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I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

The whole place had his scent and I almost gagged in disgust. I sat on the old leather chair and leaned into it. Frank produced an old ledger with cracked covers and dropped it on the table in front of me. I opened the book and skimmed through the pages that I had read before. I had no time to start reading the damn book until I opened it further to see a small rectangular hole made inside. Inside the hole was a black flash drive. Curious, I fished it out of the old book and studied it closely. "I read the book but there was nothing about how to destroy an underground world, but I am willing to bet that the drive has something that may help," Frank said to me.

Sometimes, I wonder if she’s the one I am feeling in this room. I don’t believe in ghosts or that shit. I grab a blue hardcover, with the name, ‘Herbs for healing sleeping sickness’. I flip the pages, leaning on the bookshelves, as the pages flip, a paper falls out. I grip it, the paper is nearly old, the edges almost torn off. The writing is legible.

" Henry asked, Amelia soon noticing that he was too interested. 'The Hill of the Howling Winds. ' She said as she showed him the cover of the book. 'A new girl like you, I thought you were reading something from that century. " He joked. " And maybe on a Kindle. " I like the physical books. The smell of the pages, my nineteenth-century lady soul." Amelia joked and soon enough, she was reading something from that century. ' Amelia joked and soon her iced tea arrived. "You're one of mine then. There's nothing better than touching, feeling and deepening the emotions inside a good book. " Henry spoke in a soft tone.

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

With that, I looked at my father and sighed, "OK father, I will read these, to see if I can get any more details about her and the moonstone. But we need to hurry and find her." ****KARA's Story************* When I woke up again, Elder Bishop was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. He appeared to be reading what appeared to be an old-looking book. I couldn't make out the name of the book but I could tell it was ancient. But I did make out what appeared to be what looked like a giant dragon . Which I didn't understand because dragons didn't exist, they were mythical creatures. As I was looking at the book cover in Edler Bishop's hands, he managed to look up at me. He closed the

Having a long breath, Carol started, “This dates to almost one month when it started. The lady was terribly upset that day, and she was looking for something. Helping her, I found that she was looking for an old; an incredibly old book that had been passed on to Late Emperor by your ancestors. It is called ‘The Heavenly Book'. The Book was magical, Alpha. I could never see anything in this. It was all blank, but the lady used to spend days reading something into it. Every time she stepped out of her room, she was even more worried than earlier. I tried to figure it out so many times, but she never told me anything. All she said was…she was doing it for you. She was going through something ho

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

He still puckered his lips and furrowed his eyebrows like he used to as a kid when he was focused on what he was doing. I chuckled, making him turn toward me. "Hey, sis. When did you get here? I didn't hear you walk in." he asks, making me roll my eyes as I smile foolishly. I kissed his cheek and sat next to him. "Just now. What are you reading?" I asked, making him clear his throat as he looked at the back of the book and showed me the cover. "Uh, Pound The Stone, by," "Joshua Medclaff," I said, feeling proud. "Good choice," I added, making him chuckle. "So you've read it?"