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It went from the first floor to the second floor, and the fragrance of books was strong. Every book had a division. When he was looking for books related to clothing design, when he passed by the technical section, he accidentally saw a book called "Nature of Pregnant Ten Month". Out of curiosity, he took it out and flipped through it.

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Leather-bound books with worn spines and faded gold lettering. I forgot my anger for a moment.I reached toward one.Then stopped.I didn't want to give Jaxson the satisfaction of seeing how much this affected me.The butler noticed.“Would you like me to take them away?”My hand moved before I could stop it.“No.”He stepped back.I carefully picked up the smallest book.The leather was cracked from age.The pages were yellowed, but the binding was still strong.

Amara’s heart raced, but she moved her trembling hand to the waistband of his underwear. She hesitated for a moment, then held the waistband and pulled it down. Her eyes interlocking with Darius’ as she couldn't look down. Look down, Darius gestured, and Amara nervously licked her lips as she slowly looked downwards to catch a glimpse of Darius’ hardened shaft. Oh my— Amara gasped, immediately turning away, her cheeks flushed. The image replayed in her mind, vivid and startling. Darius smirked, amused by her innocence.

“That was smart.” “It’s just the beginning,” I replied. That was only the first crack. Very soon, the entire structure would collapse. Caleb suddenly straightened. “Oh right,” he muttered before reaching inside his coat. My eyes followed his movement curiously until he pulled out an old book wrapped carefully in dark cloth. Immediately, my heartbeat quickened because I recognized the book without even trying. “The Book of Life,” I whispered. Caleb nodded slowly. Josephine’s eyes widened in shock. “You actually brought it here?”

Neah asks. "Concentrated Lycan life force. Solidified over millennia. It forms in places where Lycan blood was spilled in great quantities. During battles. Rituals. Deaths." Aldara reaches out but doesn't touch it. "This much lunar stone represents hundreds of Lycan lives." The room goes quiet. I move to the shelves. Carefully unwrap one of the cloth bundles. Inside is a book. Hand-bound. Pages made from something that isn't quite paper. The text is in the same ancient script as the door.

I am in while not take a look around. I walk in and the light turn on. I look around but don't see anyone who would turn on the light. It should be motion detector. I walk straight down and halt when I see where it leads me to. A large, spacious hall filled with book- ancient books. The shelves are tall and filled with books. At the center is a large book which is open, it is on a pulpit. I walk towards the pulpit and climb the little podium. It is a book of their history. It is on the page that talks about rules

The second piece was just the same as the first, but adding more detail and background after they viewed their mistakes in the first. "Taking both of these." Ren rolled them up. "I take it as an illustration of your old home?" Two gave him a sad nod. "Hmm, ok. Come along now." Ren pulled the book to him and started to read as they walked. They made it out of the courtyard when Zero and Three ran up. "Can we come as well, Master?" Zero asked. Three just looked on excitied.

He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave. STATS OF IMRE: Strength: Max level 100 HP Power: 75 HP Intelligent: 85 HP Agility: 35 HP The leader of Green Eyes was named Liam. Liam receive the message of Mother Tree while he was helping the people to clean the water of the river. He read the message at the water but only Liam can read that message. And Liam bid his goodbye in a nice manner to the people he were with at that moment before he left.

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.