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I never meant to stay this late. The university library usually kicked everyone out by ten, but I’d sweet-talked Mr. Kane into letting me finish pulling books for my thesis. He was the quiet type, the one who barely looked up from his desk most days. Tall, dark hair always a little messy, glasses that made his green eyes sharper. I’d had a crush on him since freshman year. Pathetic, right? A twenty-one-year-old student crushing on the thirty-something librarian who probably saw me as just another noisy undergrad.

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She was shattered. As she reached into her bag for a tissue, her hand brushed against something cold and hard. She pulled it out. It was Jinyan’s private ledger—the one Chen had wanted. She had taken it from his briefcase during the chaos of the confrontation, not to give it to Chen, but to protect it. She had forgotten she even had it. She opened the leather-bound book. Inside were not just merger files, but handwritten notes. October 14th: Annie seems different today. She stayed with Grandmother for four hours. She didn't check her reflection once. I find myself wanting to stay in the room just to hear her breathe. Is it possible for a person to change their soul?

Anna ran her hands over her nose as she stared at the small library in the storage room. She let out a sigh, her hands digging into her her hair and dust accompanying them. "Where are you?" She muttered, pushing all the books to pick one that didn't look familiar. The whole storage was filled with half open books that she had thrown on the floor. After flipping through a few pages of the newest book, she groaned angrily and threw it on the ground, frustrating digging under her skin. She was looking for the fourth book of the witches and it was somewhere, she was sure of that.

"Oh my God, where should I start?" 'Mine is happy,' Ash whispered, and Duncan’s lips twitched slightly—barely. "Come with me," Duncan gestured, leading her further inside. "Oh my! Is that what I think it is?" Arianna gasped at the sight of a dark green leather-bound book—one she would recognize anywhere. "You know it?" Duncan arched a brow. "Yes, of course!" She tried to reach for it, but she wasn’t tall enough, so Duncan helped her. "Thanks," she smiled at him, then looked down at the book. "The Ballads of the Ancients."

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I settled it carefully on the backseat of the car, then turned to the guard. “Wait here.” I walked briskly back into the house, heading straight for the bookshelf. My fingers hovered over the spines until I found what I was looking for: her diary, tucked discreetly between two thick accounting textbooks. I hadn’t wanted to pull it out in front of Derrick’s man. Some things were sacred. I flipped through the pages. Empty. Just rough calculations, grocery lists, and scattered figures. Anger flared, hot and sudden. Anna had left me nothing.

But yet she continued “ I am your friend Annie and I care about you. I mean she hasn't even made effort to find you for twenty-five years. What if your father was right. She choose her career over you” Her words struck me. The feeling I had fought to bury rose like a storm in the ocean. Doubt. Fear. Anger “Annie don't you think you are pushing too much. You studied fashion just to meet her. And now you're going to work with RiverStyle… what if you're one of her past she wanted to bury...” “Stop!...” I cut her off. My tears now pouring down. “Stop please…” “But Annie…” I dash off the store. Door slammed behind. Shutting down Julie's rant. But her voice still rang louder over my head. Damn.

Dane chuckled, coming and sitting beside me and taking the bag to look through it. "You can keep them, honey." He said softly, pulling out another near-destroyed book of Grimm fairytales. "But I think we can find you some newer copies to use for reading and we'll keep your originals in the personal library." He smiled at me, waiting for my response to the offer. Annie enjoyed being bratty and demanding to Dane. "Can I have them in a glass case with a 'do not touch' sign?" He chuckled, kissing my cheek. "Whatever you want."

Anastasia just nodded and dismisses her. Sighing in defeat, she force herself to placed down the book for awhile. She was reading that book for almost three days. The title of the book is 'Belladonna'. As a reader and as a critic, she can say that the book was really good–no, it was incredible. It was well-written and the story plot was very interesting. But sadly, she cant read it continuously specially that her chosen profession was very demanding. So she doesn't have a choice but to read it part by part.