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This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor. And that person's last name was Carver. After thanking the police, I left the station. On the way home, I remembered a weird phone call I'd gotten once. The number was unfamiliar, and all I could hear on the other end was muffled sobbing. I lifted my head and looked up at the blazing sun. Its warmth washed over me. "What do you feel like eating today, babe?" Julian asked, his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Anything you make will be perfect," I said.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Chad answered immediately, grabbed a dish towel, and shoved it into Kara's mouth. With a cold expression, I poured myself a glass of water and walked into the study. In my past life, before I married Kara, she wasn't like this. It was my own fault for reading people wrong, and that was why I had died so miserably back then. After Michelle and I got engaged, we set our wedding date for one month later. During that time, I brought her all kinds of rare gifts, and she sometimes gave me small things in return, like ties and cufflinks.

I stared at it long enough to consume the thought that I made it this far. I read the chapter from the top and made sure there are less errors. The feeling was unexplainable. I did it. I finished the novel. I took a deep sigh of relief as I saved it and closed my laptop. I stared at the view- mountains, big trees, green valleys, the lake, children playing with their kites-a home. While enjoying the view, a van suddenly stopped in front of our house. I waited until I saw a familiar figure of someone-her dark complexion, her cury hair, and finally..her lovely face.

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

“That was smart.” “It’s just the beginning,” I replied. That was only the first crack. Very soon, the entire structure would collapse. Caleb suddenly straightened. “Oh right,” he muttered before reaching inside his coat. My eyes followed his movement curiously until he pulled out an old book wrapped carefully in dark cloth. Immediately, my heartbeat quickened because I recognized the book without even trying. “The Book of Life,” I whispered. Caleb nodded slowly. Josephine’s eyes widened in shock. “You actually brought it here?”

Liviana Castelli has always loved books. She loved to read and learn the lives of others- going through a thousand lifetimes in just her one. She had lived a thousand lives, a thousand stories, a thousand tales of love by just reading what one’s mind could come up with. And she savored every moment.

I heared my phone beep and I looked to see a notification from Racheal, it was a photo and I clicked it open to see her and a guy on bed together and I shook my head, knowing fully well what she was up to. I grabbed my novel as I began to read from where I stopped while waiting for Vicenzo to finish up his meal. "I prayed for death but everytime I closed my eyes, I woke up to see the dawn of a new day and that was when I realised death wasn't coming to me anytime soon because I was destined for greater things" I heared Vicenzo say and I glanced up at him and looked at the novel in my hands once again as it clicked in my head "Those words you just spewed out are from the novel I'm reading" I

Her grandma was mortified when she read it and sadly she tore it into pieces saying she was too old for such things. Talia sat at her desk and picked up the novel she had been reading that week. She flipped through the pages till she got to where she'd been reading. Reading is what kept her sane. It drew her to a different world and allowed her to imagine her life differently. It made her forget all she was facing even though it was only for moments.

uttered Dylan. What did I like to do most? Oh yes, I know what I like to do most! I love reading, novels. This is my most deliberately favourite thing! I still remember that time, when it all started, when I got a book from the fair, I didn't know what was that novel about, and what it is! I know you must be wondering, 'How can I purchase a novel without seeing it or without knowing what was it about?', so there was a section in a fair, where all the books were covered with coloured sheets of paper. It had only its genre, written on the coloured paper, which was covered in books, they called it a blind date with books! That day I got very suspicious, about them! they were all fascinating t