Book Number 4 Novels & Stories

𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑨𝑫𝑫𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 – 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 4 Intro:

"Yeah and we found the purpose of the flower garden. This place must have a purpose, don't you think?" "We found the purpose, the books." "I mean, this tailoring room." Anna said. "Yes, to hide the fact that she has a place for books." Sandra replied again. "Sandra has a point. Athena was smart and also private." Mirielle said. "But it couldn't possibly be in the flower garden or in the main library where we found book one." She said. "Think about it, this way. Book four is the most important among all the books, because it holds the powers, strengths and weaknesses of the witches. Remember, you are Zaekyr, reincarnated as Athena. Where would you keep the book?"

Hello beautiful readers , please note that the former chapter is still chapter 44 I just mistakenly wrote chapter 43 again as the heading but the content is for chapter 44. sorry I have corrected the error and it would reflect soon. just read it as chapter 44 as the next chapter would be chapter 45. Thank you alot for understanding 🥰 and thanks for reading. If you have any confusion about this story or any suggestions, I would gladly hear you out. and I try my best to clear every error but if you find any while reading please do well to point it out to me.

A teasing voice cut through the air with the approaching Fabian, who was fawned over and orbited by a group of childhood friends. “Buddy, you should’ve come to me for a loan! How are the cars coming along? I’ve been bragging about you everywhere, so don’t let me embarrass myself now!” Standing beside him was Chester Byrd, casually raising his wrist adorned with an imitation of a green Rolex Submariner.

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Without warning, he leaned toward the lower shelf and pulled the books aside. The safe. My entire body locked up. I watched, barely breathing, as he typed in the code. Slowly. Carefully. The safe clicked open. I repeated the numbers immediately in my head, terrified they’d disappear if I didn’t hold onto them. 0-8-1-7-2-4. 0-8-1-7-2-4. Inside the safe sat a phone resting on top of several documents. My breath caught. The phone. The one I was almost certain held the recording.

My brain was still somewhat foggy from the effects of whatever it was that had me in a mess before I woke up here. “It’s been four days. Interdimensional travel is never easy on a body, especially the body of a Human.” The kind voice said. “What? Four days? How?” I murmured, trying not to sound too alarmed. I was supposed to have amnesia, remember? I bit back the urge to call out for Rowen, but I wasn’t about to give up any information. I may only be a Human, but I'm not stupid. I know how to survive.

I did not write the line. I did not know what that meant yet. I had a feeling it was going to become clear very soon. Author's Note Thirty-one times before. Not the thirty-second. The notebook is closed. Chapter 45 is Milo. He has given her enough time. He is moving.

Just like Rebecca's reaction had suggested. Just like Margaret's warning had implied. Her stomach tightened. Then she turned another page. And froze. The space where the next file should have been was empty. Not blank. Missing. The divider remained. The label remained. But the contents had been removed. Someone had taken the file. Only one thing remained behind. A small handwritten note attached to the folder. Three words. Written in dark ink. Candidate Number Four. Valeria stared at the words. A cold feeling spread through her chest.

Everyone has the moment — if they are lucky and attentive — when the understanding arrives and the second life begins. She reads both. This is the argument. She closes the eighteenth notebook. Opens the nineteenth. Writes on the first page: The fourth book. February. The argument sentence found. Now the building. She calls Clara that morning. "The fourth book started today," she says. "The argument sentence?" "Yes." "Tell me." She reads it. Clara is quiet for a moment. Then: "That is the book that contains the specific." "Yes," Valentina says. "Are you ready?"