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He picked it up carefully, his gaze focused, almost reverent. Silence settled for a moment, as if time itself had paused just for that instant. On the book’s cover, written in gold letters: “The Book of Our Second Chance.” Zoe watched him, her heart racing. “I made this book for you,” she said softly. “I wanted to give you something meaningful… something special, something that matched this moment. Because when you already have everything, ordinary gifts lose their meaning. But our story… that belongs only to us.” Arthur began flipping through the pages. Each chapter was a piece of their life together—photos, handwritten texts by Zoe, memories shaped with emotion and precision. He stopped at

she called again, her voice high with fear. "Don't... don't cry," Arwen stammered, swallowing the lump in her throat. Her heart ached as she witnessed Estrada fighting against Trisha's hold. "Remember the stories I have told you about brave werewolves and cunning witches? You-You are just like them," she forced herself to smile though it felt like her face was made of glass that could shatter at any second. "And remember this Estrada," Arwen continued, her voice growing in its determination. "The true power lies within you." Reaching into her bag, she brought out an ancient looking book; the covers appeared weather with time and looked like they might crumble at any moment.

When I finished, the silence was warm. “And then?” Mia prompted, her eyes bright. “What’s the next entry? The one that isn’t written?” We all looked at Elara, who was sitting on Lanc’s lap, attempting to grab a beer mat with single-minded focus. Arthur took the new, empty book. He opened it to the first pristine page. He didn’t write. He took Elara’s tiny, sticky hand, guided a pencil into her fist, and helped her make a single, wobbly, triumphant mark on the paper.

“I have a better idea. Why not read about this? All the history is put down in a book.” “You mean there is a real book about witches and not fiction books that talk about how wicked and evil they are?” “Yes, yes, and this place should have a library that holds all books.” “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go look for that book so I can learn more about our kind,” she said excitedly, her legs already moving so fast that she almost tripped. “Easy, Arita. I can’t let Sophia have my head if you fall, please.”

Alastor was at the stove cooking away, and Harriet had her face resting on the breakfast nook table. “Whatcha doing there, Hare?” I questioned her as I peeled off my jacket and plopped down beside her... Books were in various stacks all across the table. I picked one of the books up and recognized the name, Andre Armando. I glanced around; they were all Adre Armando’s journals. “How many years have you read?” “Too many.” Harriet partially picked up her head off the table and then let it fall back down with a dull thud.

Shades of the black night gradually appeared in lustre as the door glided slowly, revealing what the kingdom hid beyond. On the ground of the Rizolir, each one, there had a story to tell. Whether we believed it or not, everyone - from protectors to guards- had unspoken diaries of what their life was like before stepping into Rizolir. And I wasn't an exception.

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She hadn’t been careless in saying it. “Am I not allowed to open it either?” Feeling more at ease, Anantari dropped the formality. She saw Master Abraham give her a sharp look, like a warning. She understood this wasn’t her place to meddle too deeply. “I’m curious to see it too.” King Arsen reached out to take the book. “Forgive me, Your Majesty.” Master Abraham stopped his hand. “Alright, I understand, even though I don’t really get what it is.” “This is something very valuable to Master Abraham, isn’t it? I’ll keep it and deliver it to her directly.”

How could such a thing happen to Arielle? “Wait,” Crystal said, holding up the book she’d been reading earlier. “Are you the author of this book?” Arielle smiled weakly and nodded. “Yes, Maa. That’s one of mine.” Crystal’s expression softened momentarily before she straightened her posture. “How about I talk to Gabriel’s assistant? Maybe I can get them to listen.” All this time when she thought Arielle had good points over the book meant the girl was the one crafting it. She had no words for Arielle right now. Yet she was not upset but quite happy with it.

Milo chuckled, then frowned. “What about me?” “Oh, I am sorry. I will marry you too. That would be my second wish.” Listening to her innocent chat with Milo, Kathrine, Brayan, and Miles chortled. Ruben helped Arlet to bring the items to this last segment. “How was the..” he hesitated to ask about the words he wrote for Raya. Arlet turned and gestured; the rhythm never mattered. What mattered was the words coming from his heart. She pointed at her wheelchair, and prayed, one day Raya would leave this chair and walk on her feet.