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Joy smiled, as she finished her brief summary of the book. "Wow. I am speechless. What later happened? Did he give in or disciplined himself?" Kevin and Rachael simply looked on as the two were speaking. "It is left for you to find out. The title of the book is WEIRD FEELING BY PROF ISRAEL. Do search it up on G****e, so as to know which app you can easily read it from. I am eagerly waiting for the part 2 of that book," Joy stated, as Andrew nodded.

The Book didn't speak in words. It spoke in feelings—a pull beneath my ribs, a warmth that spread through my chest, a whisper that sounded like my own voice but older. I woke in the deepest dark, the room cold and still, my heart already pounding. The Book was on my desk where I'd left it, but it was open now, its pages turning without wind. I sat up slowly, my breath misting in the air, and I watched the silver script shift and rearrange itself like water finding a new path.

I say slowly, thinking about what I just heard “It does,” Charles says and he starts to open the backpack he has by the side of the chair he is sitting on. “I knew that she would not believe me, so I brought the book…” he struggles with the bag for some time and after a little back-and-forth, he brings out an old book with thick ancient back. He blows off the little specs of dust on the book before he starts to open up the page pages.

I wanted know what they would feel like. "Read to me." His voice came snapping me out of my reverie and I was glad he spoke up cause I had a feeling that he wouldn't have liked it if I had kissed him and so I simply nodded, slipped from his lap, sat back where I was earlier and picked up the first book. It was titled 'one kiss from you by Christiana Dodd, great for the moment! I opened the pages and began to read while Orian reclined on the seat with his arms spread out paying an attentive ear to my voice.

Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Description written in the books can’t be compared to the things people can actually see. As Hans walked closer to that book, he noticed that it was enclosed in a container. It was very preserved and it’s very clear that among all the things inside, it’s the most valuable. Hans’s eyes widened in complete surprise when he saw the title of the book, ‘King Dominique’s Memoirs’

Nathan’s disarming grin evaporated any doubts Anna had about his amazing story. “That’s a lot to take in over one lunch,” Anna said. “I can’t say I believe you, but I can’t say I don’t believe you, the important thing is that you believe you. This voice didn’t happen to tell you why you had to give me the book specifically? There are many other publishers who specialize in this genre and we’re not one of them.”

At night, the four of them sat around the dining table and chatted happily with each other. After dinner, Rosalie and Theodore sat in the living room chatting. She suddenly noticed a book on the table. It looked so familiar that it caught her eye. It was the book she had written. Over the past five years, not only was she busy learning and working, but she also managed to write the book she had conceptualized and even gotten it published. However, this book was only available in Briusian and not exported to Blencalgo. Rosalie's book was rather popular in Melrine because it was written in a humorous and easy-to-understand fashion, allowing readers to understand more complex financial systems.

In the throes of nervousness, she nibbles on her lip and managed a timid, "Alright." Upon their eventual return to the comforts of home, Leo presented her with a tome of imposing proportions, entitled "A Compendium of the Supernaturals." The book's weight was almost a tangible representation of the vast knowledge it held, massive and weighty, and her hands throbs with discomfort as she accepted it.