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For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

I started searching for a book to read and when I finally found one, Khloe and Natalie arrived. "Morning Khloe" they greeted "Morning guys. How was your night?" "It was fine and yours?" "Fine too. Let's get down to business" "Sure!!" They dropped their bags and also went to take the books they would read. "The time is 7:10 now meaning we only have 30 minutes to read so let's make use of our time wisely" I said to them We started reading and at exactly 7:40, my watch beeped signifying our time for reading is up.

The teacher said it was on the middle shelf right in the middle row a year, I went to where the teacher told me the books were, sometimes I looked at her because she is wearing shorts that show her legs well, then I asked the teacher a question, I wanted to know if the school had a collection of books and I said the name for her and she told me she did, that's when she asked Kris to show me where the books I wanted are. -Kris, can you show the teacher where the books are, please, then she got up. I fixed the shorts and showed me the wave of the books, at this time I took her hand and looked into her eyes she stood there looking at me, she gaped, It was at this time that I spoke...

Chapter 68 - Symbolized By This Ring Antheia’s POV I helped in cleaning the bookshelves that are not being used at the moment. At this time of the day, there are already people who are coming in and out of the library building, doing their tasks, borrowing books, and staying inside to have a more peaceful environment to study in. After meeting Tanya’s daughter Timmy, I also met the other workers here in the library and learned their names. And that meet and greet and a bit of chit chat lasted for like two hours or so because by the time that we had actually started to get to work then it was already past 11 AM, and in the next hour we will have our lunch break again.

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It had been that way for thirty minutes now and my employees were currently on their lunch break, Adeola included. Even though I liked the full house, sometimes I still liked my peace and quiet. I was glad this place was empty at the moment. With a small smile to myself, I picked up my book once more and decided to pay attention this time. I was lost in the book for what felt like hours- probably just ten minutes- then I glanced up absently, took in the still silent environment, glanced back down as I turned the next page, then glanced back up only to stare directly into a pair of grey eyes.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

I made a mental note to get the page photocopied before I leave. Making a note of the page number, I continued to flick through the book trying to figure out why I had been guided towards it. “Sorry dear, the library is closing in 5 minutes. If you want to check that book out I will just need to create an account for you.” An elderly librarian said to me, startling me out of the book. “Sorry, I didn’t notice the time. Yes, I would like to check this out.” I replied, getting up from my seat.

The camera caught the inside front cover for four seconds. Her handwriting. Round and careful. The same handwriting from every letter she sent me. Two lines written in blue ink directly on the inside cover. He came back. He always comes back. Four seconds. Then the notebook was closed and bagged and the camera moved on. I sat on the shoulder of the road for nineteen minutes. I know it was nineteen minutes because I track time automatically. It is one of those things that happens after enough years of operations where timing is everything. I watched the feeds a second time.

I then readjusted the guns on the wall to my liking, putting all the different brass knuckles in one box afterwards. I closed the door behind me as I jumped on my bed, finally done with all of it. "Two more minutes and I'll head down," I thought to myself. It was 4:30 p.m, so I still had time. Or at least, that's what I thought until my father's voice boomed throughout the house. "Athena Hendrix! Down here now!" I flinched, quickly getting up and tilting my head in confusion. "I thought he said til five," I spat.