Aphmau Books Novels & Stories

It smelt of old papers, and I couldn't help but inhale the scent. Dark wooden tables with cushioned seats were arranged in the library. Keeping my head down, I check the corner in case there are cameras lurking in here. I didn’t notice any blinking, but that didn't put me at ease. The Auder's mansion has this eerie quality. I was on high alert all the time. I only let go when Carlo was around; maybe that was a mistake too. I pulled out a paperback about the light in the mind. It was my first time hearing about it. It’s written by J.E. Hampton. Never heard about him or her.

Sherly leaned back, crossed her arms in her chest, and spoke, “Ma’am, do you think talking to me like this now, trying to kill me with those glares, will change the fact that everything is like this now? Ev "Even though you spout nonsense to me right now, it won't change the fact that everything has been done.”

The observation hung between them, raw and unspoken. Clarisse plucked a slim volume from the shelf—Sappho’s fragments, its cover worn soft by time. "My favorite," she said, tracing the spine with that finger. "She wrote about love in broken pieces. Like us." She didn’t look at Amara, but her words landed like stones in still water. Like us. Amara reached for a book on her own—Machiavelli’s The Prince, the Italian edition she’d read on the jet. Her fingers brushed the scar on her wrist as she opened it, the silver line catching the dim light.

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~VITTORIA~ “I think you’re misunderstanding, Miss Lilith Belluci. I honestly, like from the depth of the organ that pumps my blood, dislike you. Bitterly. Why do you always come here?” Yara, the most welcoming person I know said as she poked her head through the little open space of the door she held. I smiled at her, “Oh... If it isn’t Yara the angel whom the whole nation finds to be so kind and full of love. Imagine they finally find out you’ve been putting on a facade.” I said to her. “And your little princess business comes down to nothing.”