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What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.

he said, voice all casual bravado. He snagged one of the yellow-and-white hardbacks and chucked it at me. My palms were slick; I almost fumbled it, but caught the weight of it and forced a crooked grin that probably looked more nervous than cool. Carter’s smile was a touch too sharp—like he was trying to sell me on the idea of chaos. He pulled a match from some sad little sleeve stuck in his backpack pocket, dragged it across his teeth for the spark, and touched the flame to the corner of the cover. The paper took it like a pact—orange and red licking hungrily across the binding. When the fire edged too close to his fingers, he tossed the book into a tin trashcan in the corner and handed me

We walk further into the room and we spot he book still on the bed in the exact position I left it the last time. But there seems to be something different about the pages. The pages have been flipped and it was in a different page the last time. I stare closely at the book with confusion and stare back look at Noah. On the page, it shows that the sorcerers are throwing a party for the coronation of their leader. And there’s a picture that describe the whole event. Chills run down my spine and I grab Noah’s fingers with my cold hands as I wait for him to say something.

“That’s gross. Mixture of spices that turned into juice? I would rather kiss or fuck the ugliest man in this circle than to taste that.” Everyone aside from Hendrix and Kylie screamed. “That’s what we want!” “You must be so wild in bed, Leanna!” I shook my head and just chuckled. Mark took the bottle from me and spun it. I was enjoying the game. Some commanders order their servants to kiss their feet, smell their armpit, make out, exchange saliva, and many other gross acts. We were all laughing and screaming as the bottle continued to be spun. The head points Kylie and the bottom of the bottle picks Mark. This means Mark shall command Kylie.

What am I doing? And this is not about Richard, by the way. It’s absolutely unrelated. It’s simply my life. I need … I don’t know. A new direction. A different energy. There’s a book lying on a nearby chair and I reach for it. It’s called The Reverse Principle: Change Your Business Strategy Forever, and 10 million copies sold!! is stamped across the cover.

So in order to take a look into on the case me along with the CEO of the company personally went to one of the places where the suicide was committed by an 18-year-old boy who read the book and to our amazement when we checked the book we came to know that it's not the book which were printed but it's something else as it wasn't with the title which we printed on the book Not just a title but even the whole story of the book was totally different and that was also the same case with the other peoples who committed suicide after reading the books which really shocked me as well as CEO of the company as we were really not aware of what was exactly going on and when we finally came to know abou

I was planning my escape through a fake plane crash. While I waited, Shirley showed up, glowing with triumph and pride. "Breaking your leg was part of my plan. That's prank number 99." I kept my cool, glaring at her with hatred. Shirley looked me up and down, then adjusted the luxury shawl on her shoulders. "The 100th prank will be at the Innova Gaming Competition. You'll be accused of plagiarism. Marvin gave me all the drafts for your game. "He's already bribed the judges. All your submissions will be three minutes later than mine. Prepare to face the biggest humiliation in your life."

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Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.