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Agatha mutters, getting completely engrossed in her thoughts. But the look of pure hatred and disgust in Gustav's eyes said there was more than what met the eyes. That this was something more than just keeping tracks of others getting in power. Like they had a past. A part to create a certain bad blood. But what exactly? And why with the Crime Lord all the way from South Korea? Agatha raises her glass to her lips, ready to take another sip when she is met with emptiness. It's already over. What the fuck? I finished it?

Maybe. I glanced at the front of the cafe Jess pointed at. 'Poirot's' was written on a glass window. I peered inside and saw a couple of wooden tables and chairs with padded seats. The bar was put on the side of the room instead of on the back like Starbucks. Behind the cash register, there was a short guy with a mustache; he wore a hat similar to the one used by Hercule Poirot in Agatha Christie's books. I wasn't a fan of Agatha Christie since I loved Sir Arthur's Sherlock Holmes more, but even I couldn't resist reading one of her books: And There Were None. The short guy was giving a customer his change, and I looked further down the cafe interior to study its decor, but when I slid my gaz

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t

Cela just smiled. The viewing starts in a few minutes. Everyone gets ready to take their seats. Almost everyone came except for Nate. Good thing, Lora didn’t tell Cela about her invitation. It was supposed to be a surprise for her but fate surely has a different plan for the night. A mix of emotions sweeps the viewers of the TV adaptation of the book. It’s the last of the three in the series and it’s quite different from the first two stories that were carefully planned.

ISBN 978 0 14 044913 6 Page 114, Paragraph 3 My breath stopped. A book cipher. I remember this, I whispered. He used to hide messages in books. Adrian’s voice sharpened immediately. Find the book. I moved fast to the shelf, scanning titles with shaking hands. Then I saw it. The Count of Monte Cristo. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out. Pages flipped too quickly as I searched, panic building in my chest. Until I reached page 114. Paragraph three.

He turned to Norval and gave him one last chance to back out, knowing well enough that Norval would never take the offer. “Before I finish this, I have one more question to ask you. How could you anticipate all of my attacks? Did you employ some sort of elixir that enabled you to read my thoughts?” He inquired. Norval was speechless, his hand twitching a little as he stared blankly. “Well, since I can't use it anymore, I might as well tell you,” he ultimately concluded." You see, I've read the full text of the Yulcites' Holy Book, which you all employ as a grimoire. I'm aware that the book is divided into six chapters, each of which is based on natural components. The first chapter deals wit

‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to. When I was about to take it, a hand took in a fraction of seconds from behind me, where the book was on top. I turned to see him almost touching my body. His hands are still above me, having the book in his hands. He never forgets to give a death glare at me though I never crossed into his places. “I chose that book first.” I said, with a daring look. “I took that book first.” He smiled with a smirk. “You never come to libraries.” I said.

It's quite straight anyway, thank God. So now, we were in his livingroom, Axel was sitting and my head was rested on his thighs, while I was reading out loud. This time, it was Agatha Christie's turn and her novel And then there were none. I have never read this one before and I was loving it, with the exeption of Axel ruining every plottwist for me and then giggling like a schoolgirl when I got mad at him and swat his chest.

The following day, lessons with Mr Frank went on, and the more I learned with him, I also had to read a few books about being a good witch. "Agatha, what are you doing?"... Dad called my name from downstairs. Tonight's the birthday celebration of Zandor and also the start of his rebellion. Mr Frank and a few others in the system have a good plan of murdering him, and in case that doesn't work. I will have to step in and murder him myself.

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”