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Since what I was doing was personal, I did not want to start explaining it to other people. Hurriedly munching on the burger, I stopped in front of a large oak door, I’d never seen anything as intricate as this before. Not only was it stunning, but it was probably one of the oldest doors with the initial markings of the moon goddess. I traced the markings of the moon on the door, and I felt a spark, instantly I removed it. There was no scorch mark on the door or any mark on my hand. Shrugging, I pushed the door open and stepped into the dome-like room, I could smell it all; the homely smell of new and old books. My lips stretched into a wide smile, this place was going to be my favorite plac

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I opened it and it says; You look sexy in that dress,babe.I can't get enough of you.😘 I chuckled and then continue reading. Strong and sturdy, count on me! Just keep me locked, and you’ll see. Tall and solid, all homes have me. To get me open, you’ll need a key. Hmmmm? Strong and sturdy? To open it I need to have a key? And that isss......... "A DOOR!" Yes a door! Why Am I so numb? Urrghhh.

I went in search of another but I ended up having a stack full of books with enticing book covers and submarization that kept me curious and glued to the papers. I walked deeper and deeper till the other end of the library, I gazed up at a wierd looking book on a shelf in the midst of other books, it had a wine book cover but didn't actually seem removable. I grabbed onto the book but it didn't budge, and when I tried harder my fingers ended up sinking into it and I retreated my hand. Just then I realized something, I watched in bewilderment as the shelf suddenly parted, revealing a metal black door. My heart pounded in my chest like a relentless drum as my fingers traced the icy touch of th

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

It was when his eyes wandered on my cleavage as I was putting the ribbon on my chest that I realized it was him. My lord was the one who grasped my hand. He opened the wrought-iron door in front of us, but as far as I can tell from the rust on the door, it has been there for many years. In addition, when it opened, it created a spooky noise like a newly constructed door that had been functionally upgraded with current technology but its physical appearance says otherwise. Well, it’s the moment where the quote don’t judge a book by its cover should be added, right?

I locked the front door, dimmed the overhead lights to just the warm glow of the reading lamps, and flipped the sign to *Closed* but didn't lock it. The shop smelled like old paper, cedar shelves, and the faint vanilla of the candle I’d lit earlier. I should have gone home. Should have poured wine, watched the ball drop on my tiny TV, toasted alone. Instead I lingered. I wandered to the back corner—the erotica section nobody ever asked for help finding. I pulled a slim volume from the top shelf: The Art of Surrender. The cover was black with gold lettering, no photo. Perfect. I sank into the worn velvet armchair tucked between the stacks, the one customers sometimes used to read a chapter be

Plus, life growing up will teach you a lot, and that’s where I draw most of my inspirations from. I’ve already finished 3 chapters when I heard someone fiddling with the knob of my door. It alarmed me so I closed my book and quickly stood up. I slowly walked towards the door, held my hard-covered book up and readied myself for whoever it was. The good thing about hard-covered books? You can also use it as a weapon. My heart was beating so fast inside my chest while I waited for whoever’s planning to invade my room. And when it opened, it revealed a petite woman with a bob haircut. We both screamed upon seeing each other.

Then I pushed past him and opened my door, slamming it shut in his face as I disappeared inside. Hello guys, please don't forget to comment and give gems to the book. Also check out BRIDE TO BE and HIS BROKEN PRINCESS, leave comment and reviews on the book page in About the book. Thankyou. A. Gupta