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Or maybe she is simply ignoring me and staying quiet, surfing through I*******m. I groaned, my head aching with all the over thinking. Over thinking, a special ability I prevail. It ruins my mood and my brain but somehow it makes me who I am. I shut the book, Jon Snow deserved every bit of my attention. And right now my brain wasn’t cooperating. I took a banana and quickly ate it, wondering what to cook today or if I even should. I could just order but then I’d have to come out again and what if Zivah was there out when the delivery boy came.

’ She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to silence the multitude of questions running through her head. ‘I can’t just jump to conclusions. Maybe my mind is just projecting what was in the book as what he said because I was trying so hard to remember what he said. But why else am I trying to remember that if it wasn’t because I felt there was a connection between it and the book? I’m overthinking this. Maybe I should just try to confirm it instead of killing myself. But how? I can’t—’

But every so often I catch her glancing at me with concern. The second time I notice, she quickly grabs a book and pretends to study it with intense focus. The title? Unavailable Men: How To Avoid Them. Wow. Rude. Also… extremely suspicious timing. And somehow… I have a terrible feeling she might be trying to tell me something. It doesn’t help. Not even a little. If anything, it makes things worse. The problem isn’t that Rachel’s wrong. The problem is that she’s completely right and somehow my brain still refuses to accept it.

He must have been hurt by my request cause I could see it in his eyes, at first it gave me an assumption that might have been silly with my request but the more I thought about it, the more u was seeing reasons. I would rather say I was angry about the fact that Amy was calling again, but that would be me blaming my insecurities again. That would be me rating I over the issue on ground and it was something I wouldn't want to do. "You are overthinking things." Jane's voice said behind me. At first I had thought I might be overthinking things and when I turned no one would be there but when I actually did she was standing right there at the door way. "What are you doing out in this cold?"she a

Later in this week, a festival will be held in the Capitol to celebrate this fact. And I’m still no closer to undoing the spell on this book. “What am I doing wrong?” I groan, massaging my temple I can hardly sleep with the anxiety of resolving this problem. Everyone is counting on me to do this one thing! And I… Aimlessly, I flip through the pages of the empty notebook, coming all the way from the middle to the first page. Is it possible that there’s actually nothing written on it? Maybe it has magic traces because of something else?

“Do you want to come along?” I freeze. This is unexpected. Suspiciously unexpected. “Why? Are you suddenly feeling guilty, Mr. Graham?” “Do I have any reason to?” he asks, voice steady, unbothered, like he’s discussing stock prices. Diana’s POV I spend half the day in my room, buried in the new fantasy book I’ve been obsessing over. Honestly, the book is the only reason I haven’t overthought my entire existence in this house. That, and the free Wi-Fi that is probably fast enough to power a small country.

Like control wasn’t just taken, it was tested, pushed back on. “Yeah… that didn’t go the way he probably thought it would,” Adam added, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He closed the book slightly, tapping it against his palm as if debating whether to keep going. That lasted about two seconds. “I’m not putting this down,” he said firmly. “Not now.” His curiosity had already locked in. Whatever this book was, whoever wrote it, it wasn’t random. Every line felt intentional. Like more layers were waiting. He glanced around the empty bar again, then back at the book.

AMELIA “I can’t believe it didn’t work,” I grunted in anger as I stabbed the sword into the book, and it did nothing. “It’s empty now, but a piece of useless old shit.” The book was around four inches thick. The hardcover seemed to be made of animal skin. The smell was like an old rotten dead rat. I was expecting suggestions, but everyone’s mouth was shut this time. “Really?” My eyes narrowed at them. “Now I need your unsolicited advice and you’ve got nothing. You, Theia. You’re very opinionated. What do you have in mind?”

Amber couldn't breathe~ Even with countless questions raising in her mind denying the truth, Amber's instinct had recognized her blood. But it was too late Or Was It. . . ? ~Author Note~ This book is a trilogy. And here I am marking the end of the second book. The third part will be posted within this book so you all don't have to add another book to your libraries. Just keep patience and remember me in your prayers.

"It didn't do that when you touched it." "Exactly. It's like the book only responds to me, which leads us back to my connection theory. I mean, why else would a hidden text about Astria only reveal itself when I touch it?" I muse, staring at my palm before rubbing my fingertips together. "I've been struggling with this for weeks, and it's been getting worse—far beyond murderous thoughts and compulsions to stab people." "Murderous thoughts?" She glances at me like I'm unhinged.