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That's all their little chit chats in the kitchen revealed to Sheharzaad. Upon reaching the study, she knocked at the door before entering. She found him sitting on his chair reading a book. His books were mainly related to psychology, criminology, about serial killers and how their mind works. They all were non-fictional. Some books were business related. Some were related to human body as well which covered about the vital organs of human body and the weak points of our body. And many more along these genres which, she thought, helped him in his work.

The room was filled with shelves of books. I hadn’t ever liked to read, but it was better than sitting around doing nothing. I went to the first shelf and frowned at the title. “Financial Analytics… Psychology: A History…” I kept walking. I didn’t know what any of these books were supposed to be about, but I kept looking for something that seem more interesting and something I could understand. I heard people walking down the hall past my room. “She can clean up after herself,” someone said. “What I would give to have a night alone with the alpha… It’s such a waste on that half breed.”

Daniel Hart was a chapter closed with no intention of being reread. And then, on a crisp Saturday morning in early October, I met him. The bookstore was nearly empty—one of those independent shops with mismatched chairs, shelves that reached too high, and the scent of cedar and old paper in the air. I went there often, drawn to its quiet corners and anonymity. I was in the psychology aisle, flipping through a worn copy of The Body Keeps the Score, when I heard a voice behind me. “That one saved my life. Or at least explained why I couldn’t sleep for three years.”

Slipped one book out of the shelves and held it up. “This looks interesting,” I said. Jake glanced at it from where he sat. “Psychological fiction. I read that when I was ten.” "You've always had a knack for things that have to do with the brain. You could have pursued neuroscience in my stead.” “I don’t like to deal with the biological aspects of the brain. I just like to know how the mind works and why people behave the way they do.” I placed the book back on the shelf. “That makes two of us,” I said. “I’m sorry about your arm.”

Avery realized that these people could live peacefully together when there were no benefits to be had. She came across an online novel by chance and browsed through it a few times. She wasn't too interested in tombs being stolen. Then one day she went to the bookstore to look up information and suddenly found the online novel on the bookstore's best-seller shelf, in the most conspicuous position.

His head was buried in a thick novel, but at her sight, he instantly hid the novel behind—a novel an 11-year-old boy shouldn't be reading. It was r rated, not because it was erotica or anything. But because it was a disturbing psychopath thriller book with torture and the deaths of people written in detail. It revolves around a psychopath who derives pleasure from torturing his fellow humans’ beings. He killed for fun on days he was tired, raped both women and men on days he felt sexually excited, and kidnapped human beings then cut their bodies piece by piece until they bled to death. Recording all his evil deeds and posting them for the whole world to see. But don’t worry, there was a hero

He was not the type of person who could easily forget where he had read a book, even if it had been a long time ago. However, he was interested in the novel because his late father had been a fan of these novels. And the book that Zaya had was one of the books stored in her late father's private library, which her father had once asked Arash to read. It was a domestic romance novel. But according to her father, the character portrayals and how each character behaved to influence those around them were very interesting to study, much like psychology. “Do you mind if I borrow that book too?” Arash asked, pointing to the book.