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The dark oak of the grand ballroom doors felt like a tombstone beneath my clammy hands. Each thud of my heart against my ribs. I drew a breath, the perfumed air thick and cloying, and let it out in a slow, controlled stream. It will be okay. A smile is your armor.

"Be careful. Don't cut the cover." "I have surgical precision." Cale slit the tape. He opened the flaps. The smell of fresh ink and paper wafted out. "Olfactory input," Cale noted. "Chemicals. Glue." "It smells like a book." Cale reached in. He pulled out a hardcover. It was blue. Navy blue. With gold lettering. THE BLUE DOOR A Memoir By Elion Marrow Cale stared at it. He ran his hand over the embossed letters.

I have never had these in my possession before, only seen them in that large bookshop which I passed by in the market. They had called to me. And now I have something similar and even better, as mine. Mine. That comes from within. From my wolf. She barely speaks to me. But that she recognizes this too makes me giddy. I pick the first one in the pile and look at the cover. In His Arms. Written by an unknown author. It has the picture of two people, a man and a woman, lying in bed, tangled up in the white sheets and in each other’s arm, asleep.

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Goosebumps rose along my arms and I shivered as I read the title. My fingers were tracing the gold letters on the cover when I heard the door of the library open up and a voice. “What are you doing here?”

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

It was about truth. She stepped inside. The bell above the door chimed, and the clerk smiled at her. “You’re Amara Clottey, aren’t you? The author of Too Deep to Erase?” Her breath caught for a moment. Hearing it out loud the title, her name it felt surreal. “Yes,” she said softly. “That’s me.” The clerk grinned. “Your book’s touched so many people. One woman cried right here at the counter. Said it was like reading her own heart.”

I could still hear her moans of pleasure loud and clear as I passed her door. I got to my room and shut the door behind me locking it. I fetched the cloak from where I had tossed it and wiped at the dust. My heart accelerated as I saw the inscription on the front cover. It was some type of occult book for witches and Satanists. Barbra for all her beauty and perfection must be into this weird shit as a type of hobby or something. Whatever it was, I didn't care but of course, I knew there was something more.

No matter how tired our souls are, we lost all our tiredness in their arms. We finished our lunch and mom collected our dirty crocks, I was about to offer my help when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," I said and mom nodded. I went towards the door and opened it. "You... ------------------ So guys, how's the chapter? Who you guys think is at the door? • 503 readers have my book in their libraries. If you don't like it than why keep it in your libraries? And, if you like it than why don't vote and comment?