Vous utilisez un bloqueur de publicité

Cher Lecteur,

Nous avons détecté que vous utilisez un bloqueur de publicités (AdBlock) pendant votre navigation sur notre site. Bien que nous comprenions les raisons qui peuvent vous pousser à utiliser ces outils, nous tenons à préciser que notre plateforme se finance principalement grâce à des publicités.

Ces publicités, soigneusement sélectionnées, sont principalement axées sur la littérature et l'art. Elles ne sont pas intrusives et peuvent même vous offrir des opportunités intéressantes dans ces domaines. En bloquant ces publicités, vous limitez nos ressources et risquez de manquer des offres pertinentes.

Afin de pouvoir continuer à naviguer et profiter de nos contenus, nous vous demandons de bien vouloir désactiver votre bloqueur de publicités pour notre site. Cela nous permettra de continuer à vous fournir un contenu de qualité et vous de rester connecté aux dernières nouvelles et tendances de la littérature et de l'art.

Pour continuer à accéder à notre contenu, veuillez désactiver votre bloqueur de publicités et cliquer sur le bouton ci-dessous pour recharger la page.

Recharger la page

Nous vous remercions pour votre compréhension et votre soutien.

Cordialement,

L'équipe BookNode

P.S : Si vous souhaitez profiter d'une navigation sans publicité, nous vous proposons notre option Premium. Avec cette offre, vous pourrez parcourir notre contenu de manière illimitée, sans aucune publicité. Pour découvrir plus sur notre offre Premium et prendre un abonnement, cliquez ici.

Livres
714 504
Membres
1 012 488

Nouveau ? Inscrivez-vous, c'est gratuit !


Inscription classique

En cliquant sur "Je m'inscris"
j'accepte les CGU de booknode


Extrait

Extrait ajouté par feedesneige 2020-02-21T20:15:56+01:00

Chapter One

I stand, frozen with indecision, in the refrigerated section of the grocery store. A strange bout of anxiety has taken hold of me. It’s unlike me to be so stressed over something so small, but then I’ve never cared about something so much that I need to get it right. Unable to make the choice on my own, I call Oliver for the fourth time in twenty minutes. “Do you think I need two turkeys?” I ask in lieu of a greeting. “Werewolves eat a lot. Like, a lot a lot. And then there’s Terrance. Turkeys are big, but maybe I still need two. What do you think?”

“Nora…” There’s a pause, and then Oliver sighs over the line. “What I think is that I have a test in half an hour, and I’ve got to finish reviewing this chapter before then.”

I cringe. “Sorry. You’re right. I’ll stop bothering you.”

He groans. “Sweetheart, you never bother me. I’m always happy to talk to you. I just really have to get this done.”

“Sorry. I know. I just want this to be perfect. I’ve never had a real Thanksgiving before. At least not with people I actually care about.”

“If you’re that stressed about it, wait until I’m finished with my test, and I’ll shop with you.”

“I can’t. Terrance will be home by then, and he’d never let me leave.”

A lighthearted chuckle fills my ear, making me smile. I love the sound of Oliver’s laugh. “Snuck out, did you?” he asks.

“I was going crazy. It’s been almost a week.”

“Almost a week since you nearly died.”

“Yeah, but I feel fine now. I’ve recovered. Terrance is being way too paranoid.”

“Well, he loves you. He wants to keep you safe.”

“There’s a fine line between keeping me safe and holding me prisoner.”

Oliver laughs again. “I’ll tell you what. After this test, I’m officially off for the break. I’ll pack a bag and come spend the entire weekend in jail with you. I even lucked out and have the weekend off from work.”

My heart melts in my chest. “You’re the best, Ollie.”

“I know. I’ve got to run, but I’ll see you this evening.”

“’Kay.”

“Oh, and get two turkeys. Better to have too much than not enough. Plus, who doesn’t love leftovers?”

“Very true.” I sigh. “What would I do without you?”

“Let’s never find out.”

The smile stays on my face after I hang up the phone. Oliver has a way of calming my nerves. I pick up two turkeys and then slowly go down my list of other things I need. I had to google it since I’ve never made a Thanksgiving dinner before. Hopefully Terrance will help Ollie and me cook. If he doesn’t kill me for leaving the house by myself, that is.

And speaking of the devil, my phone rings, flashing Terrance across the display. I answer tentatively, hoping he doesn’t hear all the noise of the busy supermarket in the background. “Hey, T-man. How was your meeting?”

“Still going. Can you do me a favor?”

I’m a little surprised by the request. Terrance is the most independent man I’ve ever met. He asks for nothing. Ever. Happy to help, I say, “Sure. Anything.”

“I left a folder on my desk in the office, and I need some of the info from one of the papers.”

“Oh…” Crap. I’m so busted. “Um…I’d love to help, but I’m not exactly at home right now.”

Afficher en entier

Nouveau ? Inscrivez-vous, c'est gratuit !


Inscription classique

En cliquant sur "Je m'inscris"
j'accepte les CGU de booknode