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he said with a wink. “Did I hear someone call my name?” Alaina asked, breezing into the room. “I passed by a bookstore, and I came across this book. The cover looks lovely, so I thought you’d want to read it,” she said to Drake, pulling out a book from her purse. “I haven’t read the ones you brought earlier. What makes you think I want more? I can’t even remember the last time I read a book just for the fun of it.” “Exactly. You should read these.”

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She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”

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"I have something amazing." "Okay?" "Like really amazing." She held something up to the camera. A book. Beautiful high-quality cover. "Recognize this?" she asked. I squinted at the screen. I couldn't see clearly from the distance. "Not from here." "It's a Virgil Abloh lookbook. From his Off-White days." My eyes widened. "What? How did you—" "Friend of a friend. Got it yesterday." She was practically vibrating with excitement. "We need to go through this together. It's incredible inspiration for your brand. The aesthetic, and even more the approach—"

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

I asked, seeing the smile she had on her face. "So I was working on a project about urban legends and i decided to share them with you" I should have figured it out myself that Adele would never talk anything outside the context of her academics. She was a book freak! "So,, I would start with Anabelle" I gazed at her in a bored tone, erasing all she was saying out of my head, as I stared at her beautiful face. Without a doubt, Adele is by far one of the most beautiful girls I had laid eyes with. The way her hair dropped naturally around her face, gave her a mysterious look.

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Quietly and perfectly. I remembered the kind of books she loved. Those textured covers, cream pages with that faint golden sheen, the ones she used to call “aesthetic enough for my chaos.” I found one. Imported, leather-bound, the kind that screamed her style. Then I made sure every design from her ruined sketchbook was replicated exactly—no detail missing, not a single curve or stroke lost. I made sure no one tampered with it, not even the ink. Now, as she walked toward the school gate clutching it, I could see how she traced her fingers along the edge like she was touching something sacred.