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She looked the man over and thought the title of the janitor befitting of him compared to his present position. Looking from Eva to Camelia, the man saw that Eva was serious. He sucked up his laughter and took down some notes. After a couple of minutes, he redirected the duo to another agent. The man, Jacob Books was tall and handsome. He had a disarming smile and he was blonde. He gave off the vibe of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. He also seemed like someone humorous and yet serious. Eva found herself lost in his eyes the instant they were introduced.

I guessed that it could be a clash between clans, it wasn't my business, I should be escaping by now but why couldn't I just walk away? " Erebus has been fu*king with us, to set up a party and not attend it, that's disappointing, I don't suppose you know why every clan head wants that damned book," The man with the gun tilted his head to the side as he chuckled slightly before he continued with an evil smirk playing on his lips."I planned on getting my hand on that book before anyone else but no matter, I'll just have to kill the fu*ker who stole the book." I watched as the man continued in the conversation which now seemed one-sided as the other fellow didn't seem a slight bit responsive to

– he gestured to me – "picked it up and handed it to me. That's all that happened." I felt a surge of relief, grateful that the man was corroborating my story. But as I looked at Damon, I saw the skepticism still etched on his face. "I see," Dylan said, his eyes narrowing. "And can you tell us more about this book? What's its significance?" The man hesitated, looking around the room nervously. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," he said. Dylan's eyes narrowed further. "Don't play dumb," he said. "We know that the book is more than just a simple book. What's its significance?"

The more he read the passages, the more he sensed the goodwill of the author towards the natives. The man who entered the book shop stopped by Lin and reached out for the thick book on the second row of the book shelf, but after a few minutes, the man put it back on the shelf. That time, Lin heard the man asking, “Do you have the book by Fielding Hall?” Lin noticed that the man was in his mid forty, wearing thick rimmed glasses, with curly hair. The man wore a short sleeve blue shirt and a pair of jean pants. The man was also carrying a thick book under one’s arm. It seemed like that the man was a bookworm.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

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I did not have the heart to do the worst to a cheating man, but what I could do, I did plenty of it, and with righteous glee. —The End

It was cold and had rained for days; there weren't many leaves left. "You're bored?" He asked suddenly. "It's okay." "This isn't a prison; you can tell the truth." The man closed the book in his hand and said indifferently. "You can also ask questions or make requests. I will respond according to the situation. I'll skip what cannot be mentioned, and I won't suspect you of spying." Lin Yilan was stunned for a moment, then followed his advice and asked, "What book are you reading?" He showed the cover—a scholarly work banned by the Empire.

Tim tossed the book aside, scooped her up and twirled her around. The book slid off the couch and tumbled to the floor, coming to rest open-faced so that what she’d written to him was plainly visible. To my husband Tim - My rock, the love of my life and the father of my child.

I don't know what for but ugh I don't really care. See you soon- Suddenly my diary was snatched away from my desk as I looked up and glared at the intruder. "Eric, you devil give me that back!" I screamed standing up and started running after my 6-year-old brother who ran with my diary in his hands. "Ah!" He shouted and giggled and ran down the stairs and into the living room. "Eric I'm going to fucking kill you-" I immediately halted when I entered the living room and saw an unfamiliar man sitting on the couch across from where my parents.