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Emily Goodwin – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Wed, 13 May 2026 18:57:36 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Emily Goodwin – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Malice (Malus Vampire Family #3) Read Online Emily Goodwin http://www.books2020.com/malice-malus-vampire-family-3-read-online-emily-goodwin Wed, 13 May 2026 18:57:36 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/malice-malus-vampire-family-3-read-online-emily-goodwin Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Emily Goodwin Series: Malus Vampire Family Series by Emily Goodwin
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)

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She used to hunt monsters.

Now she’s married to one. Wren thought surviving demons, betrayal, and a forced marriage to Xavier Malus would be the hardest part. She was wrong.

As violence spreads across the city, the fragile peace between humans, vampires, and werewolves begins to fracture. Someone is pulling the strings—and the deeper Wren digs, the more she realizes the real enemy isn’t just monsters… it’s the system that created them.

At the center of it all is Xavier—powerful, ruthless, and the one man she should fear… but can’t stop loving.

When a trap is set that targets her family, Wren is forced into an impossible protect the people she loves, or risk everything to stop a war that could destroy them all.

Because this time, love might not be enough to save her

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Chapter

One

The ground beneath us trembles and another crack breaks out along the floor of the warehouse. Black smoke billows out of the cement, and the smell of fire and brimstone chokes us. The sound of chains being dragged across stone reverberates off everything in the building, rattling the boxes stacked nearby. Xavier holds me closer against his chest and takes a step back.

This can’t be happening. But it is. My blood was the final key to unlocking a portal to hell.

“Toni,” I say weakly, fighting against the drugs Marco injected into my neck. Physically, I want to relent and allow my eyes to close. It takes everything inside me to resist it and I blink several times, looking around as my vision starts to blur. Red hellfire burns before us, flames rising from the crack in the middle of the sigil.

The prophecy. It’s true.

Marcus Henry’s words echo in my head. This was the plan all along. Use me—and my blood—to open a gate to hell and let out a demon. Why? I have no fucking idea and right now isn’t the time to try and figure it out. Right now, we need to leave.

But I can’t...not without Gia and Toni.

“Uh, Wren,” Zeke starts, looking from me to the sigil. “I’m guessing it’s too late to stop whatever this is.”

“Yeah,” I say weakly, and push against Xavier, wanting to get to my feet. He just holds me tighter against himself. “They used me…they used my blood. I’m…I’m the key.” I feel sick as the words tumble out of my mouth.

This was set up. Done on purpose. The Order of the Mystic Realm, an organization founded on protecting humanity from dark forces, summoned a demon to earth. It goes against everything they stand for, yet here we are, witnessing it happen.

I push against Xavier again, and this time he sets me down but keeps a steady hold of my waist. I feebly step forward, eyes narrowing as I look at Marco. He’s on the ground, kneeling with his hands on the floor just inches from the sigil. Reddish firelight flickers across his face and he stares down into the abyss with wide eyes.

“What did you do?” I say through gritted teeth. Marco looks up at me, blinking a few times.

“We did it,” he breathes, looking back into the fire. “We did it.” He jerks his head up, looking at Vivian, and a small smile plays on his face. “We brought forth⁠—”

He’s cut off when the ground trembles again and the crack in the earth widens. My stomach twists and the feeling of impending doom pulls me down. Smoke rises around us, whirling up and making the smoke alarms go off.

“Toni,” I say as I look away. I only make it one step before Xavier catches my wrist.

“I’m sorry, Wren,” he says.

“No,” I tell him. “No.” I hold up my hand, not wanting to even let him finish. Toni will be okay. We’ll call an ambulance. They’ll give him blood. He’ll recover and be furious he was used as a pawn in this game and then we’ll find Gia and fix this whole thing like it never happened and we’ll talk about it over drinks and dinner. It will be okay. It has to be.

“I don’t hear a heartbeat anymore,” Xavier tells me gently, brows pinching together.

“What?” Vivian’s hand goes to her mouth and Marco scrambles to his feet. He reaches for her, irritably shaking his hand for her to take. Maybe it’s the drugs pumping through my system or maybe it’s the shock—probably both—but everything is happening in slow motion.

My vision blurs as I turn my head. There are several dead hunters on the ground around us, and the weight of demonic energy is getting heavier and heavier. Gia was here, in the building somewhere, and no one else has the same sense of urgency I do when it comes to finding her before some sort of monster crawls out of the portal or this place bursts into flames.

And Antonio is still lying on the floor right where I left him, with my jacket covering his face to protect him from the smoke. He’s not moving, and the pool of blood surrounding him is bigger than it was before. I squeeze my eyes shut.

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Advertisement Unhinged (Malus Vampire Family #2) Read Online Emily Goodwin http://www.books2020.com/unhinged-malus-vampire-family-2-read-online-emily-goodwin Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:25 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/unhinged-malus-vampire-family-2-read-online-emily-goodwin Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Emily Goodwin Series: Malus Vampire Family Series by Emily Goodwin
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)

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She used to hunt monsters.
Now she’s married to one.

Wren Malus never expected to fall in love with a seven-hundred-year-old vampire…especially the powerful, dangerous man she was forced to marry. But Xavier Malus has become her protector, her partner, and the one person she trusts more than anyone in the world.
As the city edges toward chaos and old enemies close in, Wren fights to keep vampires, werewolves, and humans from turning on each other, knowing the fragile peace depends on her.

But when a deadly secret threatens everything she loves, Wren must choose between the life she swore to leave behind and the man she can’t bear to lose

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Chapter

One

Abead of warm blood drips down my forehead, catching on my eyelashes. My heartbeat reverberates inside my chest and time stops. Devon’s eyes widen and his gaze meets mine for half a second before he collapses onto the ground. I stand there, rooted to the spot, still staring at the place Devon just was.

And then I blink and everything hits me all at once.

“No!” I scream and fall to my knees, hands shaking as I reach for the arrow that’s sticking out of Devon’s chest. All the years of training go out the window and I start to panic. “It’s okay,” I tell him, though by the amount of blood that’s pouring from the wound, I don’t think he will be. The arrow hit him right under his collarbone, missing his heart—I think. “You’re going to be okay.” Tears fill my eyes and I put my hands on the wound, meaning to stop the blood but when I press down, it only makes him bleed more.

Screaming, I jerk my hands back only to reach for him again. He feebly brings a hand up and I freeze, looking into his eyes as he wraps his fingers around mine.

“Stay away from them,” he pants, struggling to say each word. He coughs, sputtering up blood.

“Wren,” someone says, and I feel them coming up behind me.

“He’s not a vampire!” I cry, tears filling my eyes. I blink rapidly and try to remember what you should do when someone has been shot. Put pressure on the wound. Do not remove the arrow. I put my hands back to Devon’s chest. This isn’t the first time I’ve tended to someone gravely injured; in our line of work, you stumble across things like this pretty frequently. But I’ve never seen someone I care about—someone I love—hurt and dying before my eyes.

I can hear Leo and Ryder arguing several paces back and then Antonio’s hand lands on my shoulder. I turn and a mixture of my tears and Devon’s blood drips down my face.

"We thought he was—” Antonio starts, face sickly pale white. He holds my gaze for a moment and then jumps into action, taking off his plaid button-up shirt to use to stop the bleeding. “Keep him with us,” he tells me and I take one bloody hand from Devon’s chest and smooth back his hair.

“Hey,” I say, voice breaking. “You’re going to be fine.”

Devon’s eyes flutter shut and I shake him out of desperation. He’s going to bleed out if we don’t get him to a hospital—or if Xavier doesn’t get here in time.

“Get the car,” Antonio orders and I look up to see Leo and Ryder just standing there.

“I thought he was a vampire,” Ryder says, and I don’t know if he’s talking to me or just out loud to himself. “They said he took you. He was the one who took you.”

“Get the car!” I repeat, my tone shrill. My mind is torn; part is playing through what I should do as a hunter who is unbiased and well trained in intense situations like this. And the other part is panicking and terrified of losing Devon.

“We need to get him to the ER,” Antonio says. “Call 911 but anticipate taking him ourselves.”

His words should calm me, reminding me that we have a plan. But it sends another wave of fear through me: we don’t have the average eight minutes it takes for EMTs to arrive on scene.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I rush out, hands trembling as I watch Devon’s eyes flutter open and shut again. “Stay with me. You’re going to be okay.” I nod, more tears rolling down my face.

“I thought he was a vampire,” Ryder says again in disbelief. My heart is in my throat and I can hear Leo talking to the 911 dispatcher. Antonio presses down harder on the wound and Devon’s body shudders. I close my eyes, unable to look. I’ve never been bothered by anything, no matter how gruesome or gory. But this…I can’t handle this.

And it hits me like a sucker punch to the gut just how much Devon means to me. I’ve kept him at bay because I had to. He’s my brother-in-law. Even if we do end up having a child together, I’m not supposed to have feelings for him. I didn’t want to admit it to myself if I did. But I do, and it’s more complicated than I can comprehend right now. I’m not in love with him the way I’m falling for Xavier—or am I? It doesn’t matter at this moment what’s right or wrong. Which brother I should risk giving my heart to.

But I can’t deny it anymore. Faced with the reality of losing him, my heart is already breaking.

“You’re going to be okay,” I repeat. Everything around us is still and silent, echoing my rapid heartbeat in my ears. I’m aware of too much and nothing at the same time: Leo’s shoes scuffing on the loose gravel of the parking lot. The hum of the bright lights above us. The soft chirping of crickets in the distance. Traffic. Horns honking. The low hum of music from a bar a block or two over.

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Advertisement Twisted (Malus Vampire Family #1) Read Online Emily Goodwin http://www.books2020.com/twisted-malus-vampire-family-1-read-online-emily-goodwin Wed, 19 Nov 2025 18:27:50 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/twisted-malus-vampire-family-1-read-online-emily-goodwin Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Emily Goodwin Series: Malus Vampire Family Series by Emily Goodwin
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)

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Wren Russo has always been an outsider. The only witch ever to be raised among the Order of the Mystic Realm, she has spent her life hunting demons alongside a family who doesn’t fully accept her. But nothing could prepare her for the ultimate betrayal of being handed over as part of a centuries-old pact to the most feared vampire family in the Malus Family.

Trapped in a gilded cage, Wren begins to unravel secrets buried for centuries about her own bloodline, the Order’s dark bargains, and the Malus family’s true intentions…especially Xavier Malus, the oldest and most powerful vampire in the Malus family. Xavier takes an unexpected interest in Wren, demanding she marry him in a political move to appease the Vampire Council. The more time she spends with him, the more she risks her hatred turning into passion. Will she see him as anything other than the monster he is?

Because in a game where bloodlines are currency and love can be the deadliest weakness of all, one wrong choice could mean the end—not just for Wren, but for everyone she’s ever sworn to protect

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CHAPTER 1

This is, by far, the most boring funeral I’ve ever been to. And as a member of the Order of the Mystic Realm, I’ve been to my fair share. This is no demon hunter’s funeral, as evidenced by the middle-aged women sitting in the front row, shoulders shaking as they silently cry.

There’s no crying at a hunter’s funeral. Instead, there are at least two drunken fights, tales of fighting monsters with someone trying to top whatever story was just told. Usually, some sort of knife-throwing competition starts followed by another drunken fight before the mood turns somber and we gather around our fallen comrade in a silent reverie, remembering the good times while trying not to process the fact that it could very easily be us lying there in a wooden coffin, about to be set ablaze.

But no, this is just a boring, run of the mill Christian service taking place in an outdated funeral home with one too many Febreze scented plug-ins trying to cover up the smell of water-damaged carpet and the sewage-leaking toilet in the reception area.

Yawning, I roll my neck and look around at the crowd gathered to honor Robert Henderson, who died “too soon” at the young age of fifty-four, leaving behind his wife and two kids. Part of me wants to put my hand over my stomach, go up to the casket and cry about how Bobby will never get to meet his unborn child or leave his wife like he promised, just to add some excitement to this joint.

Deciding that I’d rather just get through this service as fast as I can with no distractions, I let out a bored sigh, earning a glare from an elderly woman in the row in front of me. She quickly darts her gaze from my face to my body, no doubt taking in the fact that I’m wearing workout clothes to a funeral. But hey, my pants and matching crop top are black at least, a very respectable color if you ask me.

My expression changes from one of someone watching paint dry to that of someone sad to have lost such a good running buddy as Bobby. Which is my cover story for how I know him. It’s ironic, really, that Robert Henderson—known as Bobby to his friends—joined a running club three months ago only to drop dead of a heart attack in the middle of his office on a random Tuesday. The cleaning lady found him three hours after the office closed for the night, slumped over his desk.

I wonder if his wife thought he was having an affair. Did she have his location shared on her phone? Was she cursing his name and sending him nasty text messages, accusing him of doing something wrong when really he was face down in a puddle of dried drool, dead as a doornail? She probably wished it was an affair when she got the news he was dead. Though if he were my husband, a heart attack would be better than cheating on me. No man hurts me and gets away unscathed.

And I also wonder if the demon residing in Bobby’s body is as bored as I am, listening to the sermon droning on and on for what feels like forever. I have to suppress a laugh as I imagine the stiff, embalmed body suddenly sitting up. Normally, the most startling part about a person possessed by a demon is how their eyes are inked over from demonic energy. But if Bobby was properly embalmed, then eyelid caps would be over whatever is left of his eyeballs. Would the demon flick them off? Maybe they’d just fall off on their own.

I’ve encountered demons who have possessed dead bodies—which is lazy, if you ask me—but not a body that’s been laid out for a viewing like this. It was smart, perhaps, for the demon to slip into a body as it was being wheeled to the morgue. And it was smarter to lay low, waiting through the whole embalming process, laying still inside the empty body as it was washed and dressed for today. Smart, but not smart enough to evade my locator spell.

My phone dings with a text, and I make a face, silently apologizing to the same woman who judged me for wearing workout clothes. Really, they’re practical and comfortable, which is a winning combination in my book. And talk about unassuming. Did I just come back from a Pilates class and now I’m on my way to meet the other housewives for organic, gluten-free, non GMO, sugar-free, low carb smoothies or did I just cut the heart out of a forest hag who’s been terrorizing a small village in the Appalachian backwoods, where everyone knows the myths but not how to kill the monsters that lurk in the dark?

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Advertisement Breakup Games (The Heartbreak Society #1) Read Online Emily Goodwin http://www.books2020.com/breakup-games-the-heartbreak-society-1-read-online-emily-goodwin Wed, 25 Dec 2024 21:49:56 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/breakup-games-the-heartbreak-society-1-read-online-emily-goodwin Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny Authors: Emily Goodwin Series: The Heartbreak Society Series by Emily Goodwin
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)

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They say those who can, do. And those who can’t, teach. The latter is true for me.

But it’s through my many failed relationships that I found my true gift: breaking up couples that never should have gotten together in the first place. While that probably sounds more than a little unorthodox for a couple’s therapist, I stand by the services I provide.
That is until I’m hired to do a deep dive on a client’s boyfriend, which goes the complete opposite as planned. Not only does said boyfriend seem more interested in me than he should be, but I’ve discovered he’s actually part of an organized crime ring, making me look guilty by association.
Which leads me to Mason Harris, the FBI’s golden boy. He’s annoyingly protective as well as being a walking red flag…and insists we work together to put the bad guys behind bars and clear my name. The more I push, the more he pulls, and I’m having a hard time fighting my attraction.

I always win the breakup games, but now I find myself purposely wanting to lose.

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Chapter

One

MIRA

“Mira! Mira!”

Sharp pain radiates from my shoulder all the way down my arm. I blink open my eyes, startled by the fuzzy figure of a man standing at the side of my bed. Arms crossed, huffing, and shifting his weight side to side.

“Mira!” he repeats and I realize the angry man standing next to the bed is my husband.

“What?” I groan, still half asleep.

“Get up.” He pokes me in the shoulder again, jabbing me with two fingers as hard as he can. He’s always been like this…pushing the line between just being an asshole and being physically abusive. But this time, it hurts.

“Why?” I ask, already knowing what’s coming. The house isn’t on fire. No one called and needed us to rush to the hospital or something.

“Because I said so. I want to talk.”

I slit my eyes open again just long enough to look at the clock. It’s half past one in the morning. “We can talk later.”

“No. Talk to me now.” He jabs me again. Harder. Then again, even harder.

“Cory, stop it.” I close my eyes, just wanting to disappear into the dark abyss of my bed, sinking past the covers, down into the ground, back into the coffin that has been my home for the last three years.

“God dammit, Mira!” His voice booms around me, reverberating off the walls. Violet, my eleven week old golden retriever puppy, sits up and comes closer to me, scared already. “You’re so fucking selfish. You are the reason we have problems in this marriage. It’s not me, it’s you! It’s a Mira Problem.” He spits out the insult as hard as he can, wanting to hurt me. “Even your dad says so. You know he called me the other day and thanked me for marrying you. He said he was so worried you’d be alone forever and knows how difficult you are to put up with.”

My dad? He wouldn’t…but Cory says so. I blink, the logical part of my brain arguing against what I’ve been conditioned to believe.

“It’s late,” I reply, voice small. I’m scared. Scared of being alone. Scared of staying. I want to break free from this horrible man. I want to live a life where I don’t have to worry about waking up to find torn open bags of garbage in my car because I didn’t take out the trash at night…when I was planning to in the morning on my way out of the house.

But I can’t.

Cory throws back the blankets and grabs my ankle, fingers digging into my flesh. “You will talk to me,” he says through gritted teeth. And then he yanks me forward, and I realize it’s been him the whole time, the monster from my nightmares. The shadowy figure I’ve seen as I’ve awoken stuck in sleep paralysis. Something was warning me, something was telling me to run. But now it’s too late.

He pulls again and I—

“Miss?”

My eyes flutter open and I see the flight attendant standing next to me, holding the coffee I ordered. Inhaling, I sit up and try to shake the remnants of the dream away. It’s been two years since I escaped the living House of Horrors, and I still get flashbacks like this. Thanks, long term memory.

“Thank you,” I tell her, taking the coffee. I bring it to my lips and blow before taking a small sip. I’m on a flight back to Chicago from Ireland, and while I slept for the last four hours, I didn’t intend to doze off again. I have work to do before I land, and I’m going from O’Hare right to the barn, where I’m meeting the gang for brunch and a ride.

Curling my toes in and feeling the ground between my feet, I inhale, doing one of the breathing techniques I have my clients do when they’re anxious. As a therapist, I know flashbacks like that are normal. I know I’ll have moments of being triggered throughout my entire life, perhaps.

And I know I’m out. I’m safe. I’m not married to Cory anymore. I haven’t been for two years, but that hasn’t lessened his obsession with me. I shake my head and roll my eyes, thinking about how his mother whipped out her phone and recorded me ordering coffee at the Starbucks Reserve only last Tuesday. What she plans to do with that footage is beyond me. The odd behaviors of others—and the extremes of psychopaths—is what inspired me to go into psychology in the first place. I never thought I’d be applying so much of what I learned in college to my real life.

I update two client files and read through three intake forms by the time we land. Grabbing my bag from the overhead, I sit back down and wait for the line of people to push their way off the plane. Thankfully, I make it through customs and am wandering around the parking lot looking for my car not too long after that.

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Advertisement King of Night – Thorne Hill Read Online Emily Goodwin http://www.books2020.com/king-of-night-thorne-hill-read-online-emily-goodwin Fri, 15 Mar 2024 06:57:26 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/king-of-night-thorne-hill-read-online-emily-goodwin Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Emily Goodwin Advertisement

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It's been said that you can only be pushed so far until you break, and it's a miracle that I haven't snapped in half yet.When it's not vampires trying to rally the rest of the supernatural world to rage war against humans, it's angels and demons engaging in a battle Royale. Though this time, not everyone on my father's side wants to partake, and the divide leaves the fate of the world dangling in my hands. It's a responsibility I don't want to have, but I'll be damned before I let hell reign on earth, putting everyone I care about in danger.The hard truth is I can't do this on my own, and accepting help from a powerful ally means agreeing to something I don't want to do. But what I want isn't what the world needs, and if we want any chance of stoping this pending apocalypse, I'm going to have to make a love or power.KING OF NIGHT is book 10 in the Thorne Hill Series and is to be enjoyed in reading order.

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Chapter

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“Callie.”

Lucas’s deep voice reverberates off the house, echoing through the silence of the dark night. I swallow hard and push my shoulders back, looking at the spot where Osiris just stood. I had to do it. What other choice did I have? My breath leaves in a shaky huff and I blink a few times before turning to look at my husband. His handsome face is strained with worry, the same worry that’s on my dad and Lucifer’s faces as well.

Leave it to me to stress out an archangel, the devil, and a sixteen hundred year old vampire in one fell swoop.

And then there’s the slight issue with everyone still inside the house finding out what just went down…along with the whole other issue of Eamon in the first place. He helped us get Juliet back, but we can’t forget that the whole reason he showed up at the house from the start was to, well, start shit with the hopes of starting a whole war against humanity.

My chest tightens and my heart speeds up. Able to hear the change in my heart rate, Lucas grips my hands and pulls me to him.

“My love,” he says gently, but is unable to hide the concern in his eyes. Swallowing hard, I inhale, refusing to let my confidence waiver.

“I did,” I start, each word echoing around me. Pausing, I take a breath. “I did what I had to do in order to protect my family.” I did, and it worked. Lucas is still here. Each demonic horse has a rider.

And Uriel is gone.

“Now,” I continue, unable to look away from Lucas’s deep blue eyes. I love him so fucking much, and that love fills my entire soul and completes everything that I didn’t even know I was lacking. And through that love, we had a child, which is something neither of us thought possible.

Yet here we are, a perfectly imperfect family. And I’ll be damned before I let something take that away.

“We are going to go back inside and make a fresh bowl of popcorn and watch a romantic comedy with an extremely predictable plot, yet we’ll still feel the angst of not knowing if it’s going to pan out in the end.” I hear myself talking and my voice sounds familiar yet foreign all at once. I force a smile at the same time nerves prickle down my back.

What the fuck did I do?

“Callista,” my father says and I internally wince at being called by my full name. I’m named after my mother only because Michael whispered it to Nancy the first time she held me in her arms. “Tell me this was not your doing.”

“I…I didn’t summon Uriel,” I stammer and fight hard to keep my composure.

“Of course not.” Michael’s brows furrow and I can feel Lucas’s gaze still searing into me. Everything happened so fast and it’s been a long fucking night. Physically, I’ve healed already, yet snuggling up on the couch next to my undead lover sounds more than ideal. He’ll hold me as I hold Juliet and will carry us both to bed after the others have left for the night. There’s an ache in my heart matched with desperation to get back inside and to my daughter. Only hours ago, I thought I’d lost her.

“Whatever happened,” my father continues. “Tell me so we can deal with it. The sooner the better before things spiral out of our control.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I say and try to make a move to go back into the house. Fuck, I wish that were true. But there is so much to tell. So much, in fact, that I don’t even know where to start or if I fully understand it myself.

“Kiddo,” Lucifer starts and takes a tentative step forward, hands slightly raised to let me know he’s not going to try anything. I tear my eyes away from Lucas and look at my uncle. That one look is all I need to know that Lucifer has a pretty damn good idea what just went down. After all, when it comes to making deals he’s kind of a mastermind. He’s been making them for several millennia. “You know I’m not usually one to side with your old man over here.” He raises his eyebrows and mouths the word lame before going on. “And I don’t know if I should be proud or terrified to think you might have out-deviled me.”

A shiver runs down my spine because I know—deep down I know—I did do just that.

“Look,” I start, fighting against the anxiety that threatens to take over. “I did what any of you would have done.” The words tumble out of my mouth yet even I don’t believe the lie. In my desperation to save my family, I did the right thing.

I know I did.

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Advertisement Cold of Night – Thorne Hill Read Online Emily Goodwin http://www.books2020.com/cold-of-night-thorne-hill-read-online-emily-goodwin Fri, 30 Dec 2022 14:40:26 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/cold-of-night-thorne-hill-read-online-emily-goodwin Genre: Romance Authors: Emily Goodwin Advertisement

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Ever since I was a kid, Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. And this Christmas, we have a lot to celebrate and be thankful for. So when a demon comes to Thorne Hill and starts murdering residents, I’ll do whatever it takes to vanquish it and not let it ruin Christmas. And prevent anymore innocent people from dying, of course.

**Cold of Night is a Thorne Hill Christmas novella**

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CHAPTER 1

“Should I be worried?” Lucas cocks an eyebrow.

“Normally I’d say no, but this is getting a little out of hand,” Kristy replies with a shake of her head, swinging her blonde ponytail back and forth.

I turn, hand hovering in the air as I telekinetically add another piece of garland to the chandelier above the dining room table. “I’m right here, you know.”

“Oh, we know.” Kristy picks up Pandora, one of my familiars who takes the form of a pretty calico cat, who’s doing a good job avoiding eye contact. She has let me know before just what she thinks of my over-the-top Christmas decorations. “You went all Elsa with the Christmas tree in here. It’s kind of hard to miss.”

Looking back at the garland, I use magic to get it just right and stand back, smiling at the chandelier.

“I didn’t freeze anything. I just made the flocking on the tree look a little more realistic and sparkly. What’s the point of being a witch if I can’t use my powers to spread holiday cheer?” My hands settle on my stomach, feeling the small baby bump. “It’s the most wonderful time of the year, after all.”

Lucas comes up behind me, hands folding on top of mine. He pulls me against him, lips going to my neck. I close my eyes and lean back, feeling his cock press against my ass. He’s not hard right now, but that thing is still impressive and makes me want to take him by the hand, drag him upstairs, and cast a silence spell on my bedroom since Kristy is here. I always want Lucas, but these damn pregnancy hormones are making me as horny as a teenage boy.

“Did your matching Christmas pajamas come in yet?” Kristy asks with a pointed grin.

“They’re supposed to arrive tonight, though I don’t know if Scarlet’s will fit.”

“You bought Christmas pajamas for your hellhound?” Lucas asks incredulously.

Kristy laughs. “You’re surprised?”

“I should be, but no. And I still haven’t agreed to wear anything.”

I spin in his arms and give him my best puppy-dog eyes.

“You’re really going to deny your pregnant wife Christmas cheer? — Oh!” I gasp. “You can tell me tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago because you’re old!”

His brow furrows, and he opens his mouth to say something but stops, looking from me to Kristy. “I’m either missing something or she’s officially lost it.”

“It’s part of a song,” Kristy tells him.

“See?” I poke his firm chest. “Though, I won’t argue that I haven’t lost it with everything going on.”

My mind clouds with dark thoughts and, for a split second, I can feel the crown of hellfire burning around my head, vividly remembering the night I accidentally crowned myself Queen of Hell in order to save Lucas and Kristy from a powerful demon. It’s not just my declaration of being the current ruler of Hell that scares me, but it’s the fact that I want to feel that crown of fire again.

I want to wield that much power.

I want the demons to tremble before me...

Blinking, I hook my hands around Lucas’s neck, mentally singing Christmas carols in my head to distract myself from how a part of me longs to be the Queen of Hell, going into the family business in some aspect since Lucifer is my uncle.

Maybe I am losing it.

“I can’t believe you never celebrated Christmas before,” I say to Lucas, forcing my thoughts away from that dark place.

“Once I became a vampire, nothing of that sort mattered to me anymore. Though once Christmas started becoming more commercial, it did make it easy to be invited into houses full of people I could—”

He stops, noticing the way Kristy is looking at him. He knows I fully accept his murderous past, but it’s a pill that’s still hard for my friends to swallow.

“Celebrate with them...” he quickly adds.

“Sure,” Kristy says under her breath, letting Pandora jump out of her arms, gracefully landing on the dining room table and then shifting into shadow-form so she can slip out the back and go hunt in the woods with my other familiars Binx and Freya.

“What about when you were human?” I ask, letting my hands slide down his chest.

Lucas shakes his head. “This is a first for me.”

“I’m surprised Eliza didn’t make you buy her Christmas presents.”

“Oh, she did.” Lucas’s hands land on my waist. Eliza is his only vampire progeny and is very spoiled by Lucas. “But we didn’t do any of this.”

“Get used to it,” Kristy chuckles, and Lucas and I break apart.

I open a box of delicate glass ornaments and carefully pick up a silver bulb. Lucas goes into his office to get some work done while Kristy and I add the ornaments to the garland.

“You’re going downtown for the Holiday Festival, right?” Kristy asks once we’ve hung up the last ornament.

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Watching my boyfriend get arrested for murder was not the way I expected to start my day. Especially because the actual murderer was a demon—a demon I vanquished. It’s an obvious set up, and in my desperation to prove Ethan’s innocence, I run the risk of crossing paths—and pissing off—The Order of the Mystic Realm, who I just know is behind this.
They think they’ve got us backed into a corner but they should know by now that if they push us, I’ll push back. You don’t bring guns and knives to a magic fight. I might not come out unscathed but I won’t stop until I get my boyfriend back.
I’ve been told that everyone has a dark side, an alternative version of themselves they keep locked up, knowing what would happen if it broke free. Some are ashamed of it, some embrace it.
And others encourage it, not caring the damage or carnage it leaves in its wake.
I used to pride myself on my morals, by knowing I’m not perfect by any means but there were lows I’d never sink to. But everyone has a breaking point, and it’s not until the people you hold most dear to you are threatened that you realize just how dark you’re willing to go…

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“There’s been a mistake,” I rush out, stepping onto the porch and putting myself between Ethan and the police officer. Because there has been a mistake. Ethan didn’t kill Patrick. A demon did.

But I can’t exactly explain that to the police.

“Anora,” Ethan says, voice steady. “It’s okay.” I feel him step close behind me and I turn my head, seeing him hold out his arms. “This isn’t the first time I’ve been arrested,” he reminds me quietly, but his words bring little comfort.

Instead, my heart skips a beat and I edge toward the first porch step, hardly aware I’m moving at all. My brain goes a million miles an hour, trying to think of how to handle this situation. Granted, all I have to go off of are the police interactions I’ve seen on TV.

Which is how I know that if the police have a warrant for Ethan’s arrest, then they already have evidence pointing toward him as being the murderer. I’m not going to be able to talk our way out of this. But I’m a witch, so why talk when I can cast spells?

Though again, standing here without my Book of Shadows or any magical items, there’s nothing I can do unless I want to summon fire and…and…probably end up getting shot.

“He didn’t kill anyone,” I say, trying to be careful in what I give away. There’s no reason we should know the details about Patrick’s death. After all, Ethan and I are just regular citizens as far as the police are concerned. They have no idea that I was the one who created a portal to take me to the prison dimension where the real murderer has been hiding for years.

Which is yet another thing I can’t say.

“That’s not for you to decide,” one of the officers says and reaches for his handcuffs. His eyes shift from me to Ethan, and then he stiffens when my German Shepherd, Hunter, calmly walks onto the porch. The officer next to him has his gun drawn and looks at Hunter as if he’s worried he’s going to get attacked. While a bullet won’t hurt my familiar, I’ll still be fucking pissed if a cop shoots my dog for just standing on the porch.

“I’m going to suggest we do this the easy way,” the officer holding the cuffs says and I want to roll my eyes at how cliché he sounds, but I don’t because I’m fucking terrified. Because this is bad. Really fucking bad.

Patrick died in a horrible way, found burned to death inside his apartment. The doors were locked, which I know can lead the police to believe he was killed by someone he knew who would have access to a key. And while Ethan and Patrick weren’t close, we had spoken to him recently…and I’d gotten into a heated argument with him.

Heated enough for Stephanie to accuse me of being the one who killed him with magic. As far as I know, no official report was made. Though if the police know Patrick and I had an unpleasant exchange, well, they could argue that's the motive for Ethan to kill him. But Ethan going over there, confronting Patrick, and then burning him to death? It’s a stretch, though it’s one they might be willing to make. The fire can’t be explained any other way.

There were no ashes. No accelerants used. They won’t be able to pinpoint the source of the fire because it was demonic and came out of a freaking crack in a prison dimension. And—fuck—this happened in Chicago. Ethan and I are here in Indiana. The Thorne Hill Police Department is here to carry out the arrest, but will Ethan be transferred to Illinois? Does this make the charges against him Federal or something? I have no idea how it works but crossing state lines can’t be a good thing.

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Advertisement First Comes Love (Love & Marriage #1) Read Online Emily Goodwin http://www.books2020.com/first-comes-love-love-marriage-1-read-online-emily-goodwin Fri, 16 Dec 2022 07:35:04 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/first-comes-love-love-marriage-1-read-online-emily-goodwin Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Authors: Emily Goodwin Series: Love & Marriage Series by Emily Goodwin
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First comes love.
Then comes marriage.
Then comes a—

Hold up. You’re joking right? As if life works off a neat little list like that, moving down, checking things off before jumping to the next task. We’re not married. We’re not lovers. Hell, we’re hardly even friends. Noah Wilson isn’t exactly “life partner” material, and he sure as hell isn’t “father material”. He’s my older brother’s best friend, and has been off limits, sworn off, locked in the highest tower and out of reach since we met over ten years ago. With his devilish good looks, tattoos, motorcycle, and trail of broken hearts and tears, I’ve had good reason to stay away from the bad boy my mother warned me about.

Until one night. One stupid, regrettable night that changed both of our lives forever. And now I only have nine months to decide our fate, to see if Noah’s rebel heart is capable of anything more than a one night stand.

This isn’t a love story. This is a life story. And life doesn’t go according to plan.

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Noah

Then…

I curl my fingers into my palm, making a fist.

Clench.

Unclench.

I look at the boy on the floor, the one who just seconds ago threw the first punch. It was a punch I easily caught and deflected, which was embarrassing enough for him as it is. He thought he would win this fight. I twisted his arm and hit him back, popping him square in the nose. Blood is dripping down his face and he’s scrambling away.

The small crowd that gathered around to watch the fight erupts into cheers. I smile, soaking it all in. I’ve been at this school a few weeks and already took down some mega-douche bully. I think. Maybe? I don’t care. This guy—I don’t even take the time to learn his name—wanted to fight.

And so did I.

“Fucking awesome,” Colin Winters says as I turn and walk away. He’s the first friend I made in this new town. “Josh deserved that. Hell, he’s deserved that for years.”

“Glad to be of assistance.” I shrug like it’s no big deal. And it’s not, not really. I’ve been in my fair share of fights, which is the reason I got expelled and am “starting over fresh,” as Mom calls it, in this new town in Michigan.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before Coach Cook catches you. We fucking need you for the game next week.”

I nod, actually excited to be part of the football team. That’s the best part of this fresh start so far. We go down the hall, joining a few other guys on the team.

“Noah Wilson!” a teacher calls out. Dammit. I roll my eyes and turn. “Principal’s office. Now.”

“I’ll meet up with you later,” I say to Colin and head to the office. Mrs. Jefferson’s door is closed, so I sit on a cushioned chair across from the secretary’s desk. I cross my arms and lean back, hoping I won’t be too late for practice.

Finally, Mrs. Jefferson emerges from her office. I already know the drill. She calls my mom—who doesn’t always show up—and we have a meeting to discuss my behavior and what I can do to fix it.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

It was this kind of shit that got me expelled from my old high school.

“We meet again, Mr. Wilson.”

“It’s your favorite part of the day, admit it,” I say with a grin.

Mrs. Jefferson raises and eyebrow and sighs. “Humor isn’t going to save you in the real world.”

I just shrug. It’s been six weeks at this new school and I’ve been to the principal’s office, uh … I’ve actually lost count. Fighting, talking out in class, not doing homework, the usual. I just don’t give a fuck.

They label me defiant, a troublemaker, the bad boy.

I can live with that.

But no one sees that it’s hard to give a fuck when no one gives a fuck about you. It’s been six weeks in this new town and I can count the number of times Mom’s had dinner with me on one hand.

Whatever. It is what it is and it’s been that way since Dad left. I’m used to it. Hell, I like it. I can do whatever I want, and she leaves me plenty of cash to get into trouble with.

Mrs. Jefferson looks at her watch—again—and then flicks her eyes to the door. Don’t hold your breath, lady. Mom’s going to be late … if she shows up at all. She got held up at work and missed the last meeting with the principal. There’s something sympathetic in Mrs. Jefferson’s eyes, and a small part of me wants to confess how lonely I am.

“She’s going to take her sweet time,” I huff. “Might as well get some of your other work done while you wait.”

Mrs. Jefferson gives me a tiny nod and disappears into her office. I lean back in the chair, cross my arms, and debate on closing my eyes and napping. Sleep isn’t something I’m doing much of lately. Not when I’ve been invited to party after party.

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They say when one door closes, another opens. And in my case, that door leads right to Hell—literally. Though it’s not necessarily a bad thing, as crazy as it may sound since this specific hell dimension is ruled by Osiris, God of the Underworld.
And he just might be the only one who can help me save the world from the total devastation the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse will bring. But he’s also the only one standing between me and Lucas, who sacrificed everything so I could live. I’ll do whatever it takes to save him, and if anyone gets in my way, blood will spill.
In an attempt to keep the world from completely imploding, Osiris wants to make a deal: he’ll help free my husband in exchange for me staying in the Underworld with him, ruling by his side. It’s not a deal I’d agree to, until I realize how close the archangels are to finding out who I really am.

If there’s one thing I know about Hell, it’s that it makes one hell of a hiding place…

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“Lucas!” I scream, fury rendering my body useless as I watch his deep blue eyes turn the darkest shade of black. “Lucas!”

“Callie, no.” Lucifer pulls me back, fingers wrapped tightly around my arm. I jerk forward, trying to break free from his grasp. My breath leaves me as Lucas shudders, dark smoke rising around him, cloaking his body in a dirty brown robe. The hood falls over his head, shading his eyes from the moonlight shining down on us. His eyes are still locked with mine, and the desperation is palpable.

This is not happening. I won’t allow it.

“Let go of me!” I say through gritted teeth, trying to break free of Lucifer’s grasp. He’s an archangel and is much stronger than me—physically. Hellfire burns around my fingers again and I wildly reach for Lucas. He’s gone completely still now, and the horse’s nostrils flare as it paws at the ground. I just have to knock Lucas off the horse, d rag him out of the trap, and he’ll shake whatever dark hold has been cast over him.

Then we’ll come up with another plan—one Eliza will say is annoyingly heroic—and things will be okay. Because they have to be. My life has gone from complicated to impossible in just a few short months. From finding out I’m not a Martin to becoming a mother…it’s all happened so fast. I wouldn’t have been able to do it—any or it—if it wasn’t for Lucas being my absolute rock.

I love him with every fiber of my being. He makes me better. He gives me confidence and hope. He keeps me strong. I can’t…I can’t do this without him.

“Lucas!” I scream again and send a shockwave of energy at the black horse. The demon horse’s eyes glow and it’s pushed back, but Lucas doesn’t falter. Dammit! Why does he have to be so naturally athletic? It’s going to make it even harder to get him out of the damn saddle, which I will.

If it’s the last thing I do, I swear to fucking God I’m not letting my husband become one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Lucas turns, tearing his eyes away from me, and looks at Osiris. Pestilence does as well, and War follows suit. Death, sitting on a pale horse, points a boney finger at me and then shifts his attention to the God of the Underworld.

The energy coming off Osiris is chaotic, and I can’t get a good read on him. He’s powerful, like Lucifer, but he’s older. Physically, he looks to be in his thirties and has a shock of thick, dark hair and a pharaoh’s beard at the end of his defined chin. He’s handsome, yet the sight of him makes me shiver. Dressed in an off-white colored robe with a white, feathered atef crown on his head, he holds a crook and flail in each hand. What looks like mummy wrappings cover his lower legs, and while I can’t place his aura, there’s no denying his power.

I watch in horror as the blue hellfire springs from the ground, burning hot and cold at the same time. The horses all stand transfixed, and Osiris lifts his hands. He turns his head, amber-colored eyes meeting mine in a fleeting moment before the hellfire swallows them, burning a hole in the ground. All four Horsemen sink into darkness, and Osiris keeps his eyes locked with me as he starts to fade from view.

And then they’re gone.

My breath leaves in a ragged huff as I look at the empty spot in the yard where they once stood. Where my husband was just standing. Lips parting, tears burn in my eyes. I inhale only to gasp out my breath and quickly suck in another. Lucifer lets go of my arms and I take a few wobbly steps forward. No…. No! This isn’t happening. Things were perfect. Juliet was born only two weeks ago. Lucas and I are still getting used to being a family.

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If there’s one thing I know to be certain in life, it’s to expect the unexpected. I never expected to become a teen mom or have to flee a toxic relationship years later. And I certainly never expected to go head-to-head with Jacob Harris, doctor of veterinary medicine, to prove I’m worthy of running the struggling rescue full of misfit animals I suddenly inherited. Jacob is as smug as he is good looking, and I refuse to let that cocky grin or sharp jawline distract me. I won’t go down without a fight, and this time, it’ll be easy to stand my ground when my opponent is someone I can’t stand—even though my body reacts whenever he’s around. This time I’m not backing down no matter how much he gets under my skin. But the more I push, the more he pulls…until I don’t know what I’m more at a risk of losing: the rescue or my heart.
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Chapter One

JOSIE

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO…

A tear rolls down my cheek, but I don’t bother to wipe it away. Another will just take its place in only seconds anyway. I look at the paper in my hand: the corner of it crinkled from being gripped so hard. A voice in the back of my mind tells me I shouldn’t have done that, that I should have been more careful.

Because this is the kind of paper Mom will hang on the fridge.

But there’s no point. It doesn’t matter. And now more tears fall from my eyes, splashing onto the handwritten note, smearing the black ink.

“Jo?” someone calls, their voice coming from the hall. I need to say something. Turn. React. But I can’t.

“Jo?” my sister calls again and then knocks on my door. I still can’t move. It’s like deep roots have anchored me to the floor and they’re the only thing holding me steady right now. If I focus on this—on standing as still as I can be while silently crying—then I can stay numb.

But the second the numbness wears off everything will come crashing down on me and I’m going to suffocate under the weight. What scares me almost more is how much I want that to happen. Because then it will be over.

“Jo, everyone is wondering where you are. Elijah is going to open presents soon and Stella is about to have another meltdown.” Louisa’s voice is muffled from speaking through the closed door, and I can only imagine my sister cupping her hands around her mouth as she talks into the door. “Mom sent me up to get you and you really need to stop being so antisocial.”

She rattles the doorknob to our shared bedroom. “Unlock the door. I’ll tell Mom you locked me out.”

I’m hearing what she’s saying but the words aren’t clicking. Nothing is clicking right now. I can’t let it. Because if this clicks so will something else.

“Jo!” She rattles the door again and then bangs a heavy fist against it. “You’re acting like a selfish brat, you know that, right?” The unmistakable sound of a bobby pin clanking around the keyhole fills the silence. She’s going to come inside the room at any moment.

And then she’ll know.

They’ll all know.

But I can’t hide it forever. A couple of months if I’m lucky.

“Jo, you seriously—” She cuts off as she throws the door open and sees my face. “What’s wrong?” Music and laughter float up the stairs and into the room. I know I need to pull myself together and enjoy my little brother’s birthday party. “Jo,” she repeats and crosses the room, snatching the paper out of my hand. I can hardly see her through my tears as she quickly reads.

“You got it,” she whispers as she reads. “You got the internship! This is great!” She tips her head back up, hazel eyes meeting mine. “Why aren’t you downstairs waving this around? You’ve busted your butt all year to get this internship.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and part my lips, but I’m not able to get any sound out. Some of the shock is starting to wear off and panic is setting in. I have worked hard for that internship.

“You can turn it down,” Louisa says slowly, trying to figure out why I’m crying. “But if you turn it down because you don’t want to leave your stupid horse then you’re even stupider.”

“I do want it,” I finally say. And I do. I’ve known I was destined to be a veterinarian since I was a little. This internship would look so good on my college applications, giving me a better chance of getting accepted at my top choice school: Cornell University. “That’s the problem.”

“I am not following.”

I point to the single nightstand we have in between our beds. It takes Louisa a few seconds to find what’s out of place amongst the mess. She picks up the pregnancy test and the color drains from her face.

“Jo…you…no.” Her eyes go from me to the test again. There’s no mistaking the two pink lines. “It’s going to be okay.” She throws her arms around me and the dam I was holding breaks.

“How?” I squeak out, throat tight.

“You have options.” She gives me a squeeze and lets go, taking both my hands in hers. “You don’t have to have a baby if you don’t want to. You’re only sixteen.”

Her words hit me and a strangled sob escapes my lips. Letting go of my hands, she hurries to close the door. Then she’s back by my side, guiding me to the bed. Like any sisters, we have our moments of hating each other and being there for each other. And right now, I’m really glad my older sister is with me.

“I don’t know how far along I am.” My words come out shakily.

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