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But as I turned the pages, I was met with emptiness—a void waiting to be filled with knowledge and secrets long forgotten. “Huh?” Curiosity piqued, I traced my fingertip along the edge of the page, only to be met with a sharp prick as the book drew blood. “O-ouch!” Startled, I watched as crimson droplets stained the pristine surface, merging with the blank pages like ink on parchment. With trembling hands, I turned to the first page, my heart racing with anticipation. And as if by magic, words began to appear before my eyes, weaving a tale of destiny and prophecy that sent shivers down my spine.

When compared to the ones that come with it, that's a bit thin. She took it in her hands and glanced at it. "Perhaps I'll read this first," she thought to herself before settling into a chair on the bedside table. As soon as she opened the first page, she was immediately drawn to the subject matter. "Silver Wolf: The Beginning of a New Era." A tear appeared on one side of the page when she moved the page. No, all of the other pages is a messed. She returned to the opening page of the book, where she was greeted by the name of the book's author.

Sasha looked through the shelves quietly while Felix flicked the book open. He started with the prologue and it was actually quite well written. The first sentence started with the weather in a local state in London. The way the imagery and content of book was presented seemed to lighten his mood. Across of him was Sasha who was watching him. She smiled as it seemed he would read the book for a longer period of time, that would give her enough time to finish the romance book she'd pick up the previous day. She grinned in her mind and continued her reading.

There were no more strings, no more cages, and no more secrets. ​"So," I said, closing the book. "What’s the first line of the next 150,000 words?" ​Damian pulled me close, the "Vulture" and the "Bride" vanishing into the shadows of the Scriptorium. "I think we’ll start with: 'They lived.'" ​

It wasn’t listed in any index. No title. No author. Just a cover etched with a symbol that made my wolf cower. A circle of jagged teeth. --- Ronan ignited a candle, the glow flickering warmly in the shadowed room. No electricity, no technology. “Words this old don’t tolerate wires,” he muttered, placing the flame gently between us. I didn’t bother to question his knowledge. I simply opened the book. The first line snagged my breath: “Where the Lock bleeds and the Keyhole binds, the Door will open. And beyond it waits the Nameless Moon.”

His eyes, heavy with desire, glowed faintly red as he huskily suggested, "Let's start from the first chapter." I couldn't recall what I had written in the first chapter. I only remembered that I had intentionally made the opening extravagant and outrageous to attract readers. But that was purely for survival, and now I felt like crying. "Is this how it goes?" he asked, his voice low and close to my ear. "Am I doing it right? Do you like it?" Faced with Johnny's whispered questions, I was unable to respond, nor did I have the mental capacity to do so. I felt completely under his control, swept up in a whirlwind of passion, utterly lost.

The soft shuffle of pages turning three tables away. The mug is warm in my hands. I open the first book, not for Rose, for me. The print is sharp, the paper slightly rough at the edges. My eyes start tracing lines, words pulling me in, and for a few moments, the noise in my head softens. But I still notice. Always.

The revelation hung in the air, and Delilah faced the unexpected speaker, her eyes widening with a mix of disbelief and horror. [Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my book! Hope you are enjoying it! Please support me by leaving me a rating and review! Your precious words mean the world to me! Love you all!]

I imagined myself as the character. And this book right here in my hands seemed like it would be very interesting especially since the blurb was catchy. I held the book tight and strode to take a seat. The red plush chairs looked tempting for the book I was about to read. I sat on it and opened the first page. I soaked myself in and only raised my head.The sound of the door opening startled me, and I jerked my head up clutching the book. The book dropped from my numb fingers as I turned toward the door.

Taking his hand and placing it over the mound between her legs, she whispered, “Feel how alive it is for you. I am a woman in need of a man before I go into battle. Show me that you are a man.” He listened to the click of the door’s latch as she reached behind her naked torso with her free hand and softly opened it. His mind screamed for him to obey the rules that he’d set forth so many years ago and not waivered from until he met her, but his body had different ideas. As if on its own accord, his hand moved further into the softness between her legs. When a moan of pleasure crept from the depths of her throat, he could stand no more. Sweeping her into his arms, he kicked the door open