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With a sense of trepidation, I pick it up, my heart thrumming in my ears. Unlocking the screen, I navigate to my social media apps, expecting them to be accessible, as they had been before my mysterious arrival into Bonded’s world. To my relief, my accounts open seamlessly, my feeds flooded with familiar faces and updates from friends and acquaintances. Then, I scroll through my phone’s contact list, another breath of relief escapes me as names and numbers fill the screen. But it’s what I find next that excites me the most. Nestled among my apps is the HappyReading icon, its vibrant colors of yellow and pink beckoning me with an almost eerie allure. I hesitate for a moment, my mind awash wit

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She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

"Be careful. Don't cut the cover." "I have surgical precision." Cale slit the tape. He opened the flaps. The smell of fresh ink and paper wafted out. "Olfactory input," Cale noted. "Chemicals. Glue." "It smells like a book." Cale reached in. He pulled out a hardcover. It was blue. Navy blue. With gold lettering. THE BLUE DOOR A Memoir By Elion Marrow Cale stared at it. He ran his hand over the embossed letters.

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I sighed in relief after Karen informed me that my two lovey-dovey Betas were fine. Minutes passed when my Betas entered my room. My face enlightened when I saw the book that Almera was holding. “Are you sure that this is the book? There was nothing written inside of it.” “What are you talking about, Almera?” Almera gave me the book, and it's the same logo that Richelle was holding whenever I saw her. I opened the book, and my forehead creased when nothing was written on it. But how is that possible? Why did Richelle have a chance to read this piece of shit when the truth is there's nothing, even a word, inside of it.

A narrow path stretched across the endless water. The White Book opened. Instead of words... it showed a single symbol. A feather. A key. And beneath them... a black circle. The exact mark Adrian had seen carved into the sand. The boy stared at it in horror. "No..." "He already opened the Gate once." Adrian turned. "What gate?" The boy slowly pointed toward the black book. "That book isn't locked..." "It's holding something locked." A cold wind swept across the glass path. The sealed book trembled once.

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There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

‘Such an aligist,’ Melora said. ‘That’s a good thing, you know.’ ‘Uh. I need a refresh my insults.’ I skimmed through the words, searching for something useful or related to it. The symbol was a pair of eyes enclosed in a kind of compass. The book was colored and these eyes were white, with the eyelids—representing skin—pale as snow. It had to be it. “There’s nothing here.” Ian tried to look into what I was reading but came out confused. “You can read this sh*t?”