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Arguing with him would only waste her precious time. After finishing his meal, Blake put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. When he raised his eyes, he saw a small table on the balcony where her books were placed. He stood up, walked to the table, and picked up one of the books. The key contents were circled with a marker, as well as her notes. The delicate handwriting mixed in with the standard handwriting of the ink. There were only a few lessons, why was she so nervous? Blake turned a few pages, picked up a marker pen, and started to draw.

I pleaded with hopefully eyes. Alax paused and looked at me before smiling. His smile was contagious because I was smiling right back. "Fine. What are you having trouble with?" Blake asked as he grabbed my book. His soft expression was replaced with a furrow of his eyebrows. It told me he felt the same way. "What is this?" He asked more confused as he flipped through the book with a weird Expression on this face. I couldn't help but snatch it back and sigh. "Obviously a book on laws that makes no sense at all." I said as I flipped through more of the pages from the section we are suppose to be looking at.

At the top corner of the book, BL was written boldly. Rosa opened the book, and it was a BL comics full of explicit pictures of boys making out with boys. Rosa couldn't believe Ethan is into such fetish. "It must be related to a case he's working on," she thought. She saw that all the other books on his table except for some documents from work are like that. She wanted to take a look at his laptop when she heard the door opening. She quickly walked out of the study gently. Then she heard voices. "Babe, you didn't switch the lights off before going out this morning?" A voice asked.

he claimed. He stared at Vacio, wanting to see his face if he was lying. What was he holding just now? A booklet? "What was that?" he asked. That book has a dark cover, almost black, and a few number of pages that made the book thinner than usual. Something was written on the cover of that book… Blaze Harper? "I said what was that?" he demanded.

I heard that information from my friends. His mouth curved into a smile. "Yeah, admirably isn't it?" I smile back before nodding. "Is there anything that I can do for today?" I ask. Blake snap before turning his back at me and search for something. "Yeah, We have the simple recipe that you can easily learn here." Blake give me a thick old book. I frown. Does the owner of this book is a fan of gothic styles? "Is this our Boss's recipes?" I ask. Blake nodded his head.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

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I said quietly, “and I say ‘I’m fine’ when everything is falling apart, so we both know that doesn’t mean anything.” Her lips twitched slightly at that, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. For a moment, she didn’t respond. Then she exhaled. “…It’s stupid.” “It’s not.” “You don’t even know what it is yet.” “Doesn’t matter.” She let out a small breath that almost sounded like a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re annoying.” “You started it.” “That’s fair.” She paused, then, “I think I messed up my book.”

From the shadows, a figure emerged. Arin. His face was pale, features worn down by time and war. But those eyes… Naelle had seen them in her dreams. “I knew you’d come here,” Arin said softly. Naelle’s heart pounded, but she stood her ground. “Why?” “To remind you who you are.” He held out something. A small, battered book. Naelle stepped forward slowly, taking it. Her old sketchbook. Pages warped with water, edges burned. Inside were drawings — childish ones — of her, Arin, and a home they never had.

the guard bowed her headed for the shelf to bring the book he requested for. Blair took that moment to look around at the books and their titles, but there was none that interest her, it was all about plants, animals and more aspects which sounded and looked boring to her. The made her realize the types of books Ashier loved to read. Back in her own world, all they read was fantasy novels, romance and fictions, but there seemed to be nothing like that in this big shelf. She wondered how he finds it fun to read such boring books.