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she says, her voice soft but cutting, “is the real ledger. The one your mother didn’t want anyone to see.” I take a step closer, my heart pounding. “What’s in it?” Livia's smile broadens, but it lacks warmth. "Names. Dates. Deals. Evidence that Eleanor Blake wasn't as perfect as you believe. I remark, "You're lying," but it sounds insincere. She looks at me with a tilt of her head. "Am I? Eliana, you've already seen the breadcrumbs. I'm not, you know that. What are you going to do about it, is the question. I pause just long enough to accept the ledger she puts out to me. Even though it weighs more than it should, the leather feels cool and silky under my fingers. "You have one week," Livia

She kept her tone light, but her gut was doing flips. Christina didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled a small object from the folds of her blanket and set it on the table with the kind of care usually reserved for live grenades. It was a book, small and battered, the kind of thing that might get lost in a flea market bargain bin—if you didn’t look too closely at the cover. Leila leaned in. The leather was cracked, the pages yellowed like they’d been left out in the sun for a century too long. Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive.

There was a certain coldness between Aria and him. “I’m not speaking to a ghost, am I?” Aldo asked, and she could hear his tone darken with each word that left his mouth. “I went to the library,” Liya said with her chin up. “Why?” he said, even though he already knew the answer. But Liya was very much willing to switch things up. “I got a mail from Barnes and Nobles. There were new book releases that I had to check out. You didn’t have them in your library.”

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

She read one of them and it was a book about mystical creatures that existed throughout the Realms. Debby took one of them and opened it. Lilly smiled as Debby’s brow furrowed at all the letters on the paper. Debby really wanted Lilly to teach her to read. However, Rio was still here and she was embarrassed to admit it. Lilly opened the book she was holding, and started to read when suddenly the four Lycan male next to them stiffened. Lilly looked at them and she was sure they must have received some news in their mind link.

It was heaven on earth, with the soft glow of the lamps and the smell of books, new and old, "how do you ever get out of this room." Not turning to Leo, I walked right up to the book shelves, letting my fingers skim across the titles as I leisurely walked along the library. The collection of books was expansive, almost every genre in fiction and non fiction; iographies, self-development, science fiction and even romance. 1 Turning around, Leo was gazing at me with soft eyes as he leaned on the edge of a desk I hadn't noticed near the glass wall, his long legs stretched in front of him. I walked up to him with a smile, he immediately pulled me between his legs, his hands resting lightly on my

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She knew what people in her school were like -exactly the way Leo just described which was one of the reasons why she preferred to keep to herself. Leo cleared his throat, "Tell me about yourself." Annie was taken aback, still surprised that he actually did want to get to know her. "Like what?" Leo shrugged, grinning a little. "Anything. What's your favourite movie?" "I prefer books," Annie mumbled, feeling pathetic but being honest. "The books are better than the movie versions, anyways," Leo chuckled causing Annie to perk up, not thinking he would think the same as her. "What's yours?" She then asked, leaning back against the booth, feeling a little more comfortable now.

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.