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"I don't get it, April. What am I missing, huh? I am an honor student, I am beautiful and rich. But he rejected me!" I stopped reading when I heard the conversation at a nearby table. This is a place for silence, why are they chitchatting here? It would be okay if the voice was weak. But I heard it very well. But I'm sure the li brarian won't hear them because its table is at the far end. It's too bad for me to complain because I'm the only one who hears. Only a few students were there, class hours kasi. "What did Rustov say? Did he say he had a girlfriend?" the other girl asked.

She walked around for a while before finally making her way to the large living room, eyes looking around in sheer amusement. ' Just how rich could this Alpha be?' Haven wondered, walking through the elegantly decorated living room. She looked around for a while to feed her eyes with the beauty of this place. She walked around, looking at some more rooms. She passed by a room full of books— which somehow reminded her of a library. Haven saw a mini bar, walked passed the kitchen, saw other smaller resting areas, she saw a small cinema, a mini gym, a room full of weird things which she couldn't even place a name on. There were just so many places in here, one would most definitely get himself

We arrive to a very pretty coffee shop named Beehive, with an even bigger bookstore next to it. "Wait! This is Dean's bookstore," I gasp when my two functioning brain cells finally connect. Madison nods and takes a seat at one of the little tables outside, "Wait, wait, let me take a look." I walk to the bookstore and look in wonder, it's even bigger and fancier than he described. I don't walk into the bookstore, I just look from the outside like a creep. I can see big posters of a Tundra Magazine, one of them is a huge poster of my mom looking like a goodess, with her blonde hair blowing and her white gown looking like it was painted onto her body.

ARDEN “Oh crap,” I muttered under my breath when I noticed a notification from Silver Quill. It appeared that we had an activity scheduled for tomorrow, and I needed to buy a book from the local bookstore. Owen halted in his tracks and turned to me, one eyebrow arched inquisitively. “Do you know where this place is?” I asked, holding up my phone to show him the name of the bookstore. “Haven? It’s that one,” he replied, pointing towards a shop not far from us. It was only a few blocks away, which caused me to sigh in relief. “Why do you ask?”

I ask, approaching a large oak desk littered with notepads and an old computer. "Somewhat." Large textbooks on botany, medicine, and before time politics were open among the fray of faded, handwritten notes. I run my fingers along the desk, collecting the dust. The name "Helena" is engraved in gold leaf on the front jacket of a leather-bound notebook. I move between the shelves reading spine after spine. I lose sight of Kade in no time and find myself in front of a bookshelf lined with books titled "Lover's Retreat" and "In His Arms."

He raised his eyebrows and moved his lips in what could probably be termed as a smile. "From where did you get it?" he asked, extending his wrinkled hands towards the apple. "Oh, you don't want to know. Let's get started. Which books do you want me to sort today?" "You are not half bad, Shiva. Walk on the straight path, and you will still be able to make something of yourself,” said the old man looking at the boy right in the eyes. Shiva turned away from his gaze, and Ben continued, “Sort out the romantic novels and keep them on this shelf here." He proceeded to explain where all genres had to be placed. The store would open in a few days, the first bookstore in this part of town, albeit of

he said. I looked out the window. “There’s a bookshop,” I said. “Two streets from the market. So small you have to turn sideways in the aisles. I bought two books I didn’t need.” “What kind.” “One about a woman who builds boats. One about a city that doesn’t exist.” He made a sound that was almost a laugh. “Of course.” “Of course what.” “You’d find the one bookshop,” he said. “In the whole city. First month.”

The doors creaked as she pushed them open, revealing what lay inside. The cabinet was filled with papers, old books, and trinkets, the remnants of a past long forgotten. Bliss ran her fingers over the contents, her heart racing with each new discovery. Among the books, she found a leather-bound journal, its pages yellowed with age. The title, written in faded gold lettering, read Blackwood Family History. She pulled it out and opened it, her hands trembling with anticipation.

He needs to preserve who he is – a story – something that will always be remembered, something that someone rarely forgets. Next to the hotel where he spent the nights with Daniel multiple times is a mall. Inside it, of course, were bookstores. He goes inside and heads towards the nearest available ‘Booksale’ boutique and scans among the wide array of pre-loved books which are still good for any collection. He bumps into a girl holding an orange paperback novel seemingly invested in its plot, ‘The Darkest Minds’ the book cover reads. “Hey,” he tapped the girl’s shoulder. “Hmm?” the girl looks in his direction, she has a short hair, rounded face, and a cheeky smile.