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“What are you even saying?” Jimmie exhaled hard, his chest rising and falling as though he carried the weight of worlds. Then he turned away, crossing the room to a corner I barely noticed, a place I hardly used. My brows knitted as I watched him reach for a box on the top shelf. He carried it carefully back to the bed, his fingers trembling as he set it down. The box creaked open, and inside lay a book, old and rough around the edges, with leather cracked with age. My eyes widened at the sight of the inscription carved into its cover. I knew that language. I knew it well.

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The figurine of the girl had black hair and a pink dress and the boy also had black hair, but was wearing a black jacket and pants. - It's us.- Damon pointed at the figurines.- When I saw this music box on display in the store, it immediately reminded me of us and knew I had to buy it.- he added with a smile. Having been on the surface for quite a long time, Damon has recently started to do all sorts of jobs, as it was getting harder and harder for him to just steal money. - It's gorgeous, thank you again.- Selene threw her hands on his neck, hugging him tightly, while being careful not to hurt him with a rather heavy music box, which she held in one of her hands..

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

Before he could ask anything else, Ryder was gone — as silently as he had entered. The door beeped again and locked automatically behind him. For a while, Arden just stood there. The library was quiet again, but his heartbeat wasn’t. He looked down at the book in his hand, then sighed deeply. ~~~~~~~~NIGHT~~~~~~ Just like Ryder had said, a box was placed neatly on Arden’s bed. He saw it as soon as he came out of the bathroom, towel draped around his neck and hair still damp. The matte black box with a golden seal at the top. The seal carried the letter “B,” and Arden didn’t need to be told who it belonged to.

Only the sound of dripping water echoed through the temple. She glanced around. The walls were covered with runes ancient, jagged, almost alive. Some pulsed faintly when she looked at them too long. At the center of the room stood a black altar made of obsidian, carved in the shape of wings. Something about it made her chest tighten. Kael noticed her staring. "That altar once held the seal of the first Bloodbound." Her head snapped toward him. "You said those were legends." "They're not," he said. "This is where she died."

When they got home, Najmah helped Lale with the stuffs they bought then went off to her room to pray Asr salah. {••} "Hey, I uhm...uhm...got you these," Aslan stuttered, raking a hand through his hair. Najmah cocked her eyebrow up and stared at him, wondering what 'these' meant. He presented her with a box, which he hid under the bed. Her eyes sparkled with glee as she stared at the package before her. "Go on then open it," he grinned, rocking on his feet. She tore the box open to reveal a set of “The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare”. Her mouth hung agape as she stared back and forth between the grinning Aslan and the books that lay on her laps.

The gesture had been so endearing, a glimpse into his inner world. When she got home that night, she had devoured the pages hungrily, each word bringing her closer to him. As her fingers brushed against the spines of the books, she couldn't help but smile, reliving those moments. Her eyes scanned the shelves, searching for another literary gem that might catch her attention. Catherine admired his taste in books; they were like silent reflections of his soul. She paused at one that seemed particularly intriguing, pulling it out. Her heart swelled with admiration and affection for the man who had introduced her to such captivating literature. Just as she was about to delve into the pages, some

However, when he spun to leave, he found his boss standing in the hallway. “You left this,” she said flatly as if nothing unusual had happened. Presenting the book to him, she balanced a small box on top of it. She looked better now, more proper with her buttons all done and her coat over her body. The desire remained in her scent but toned down. “What’s this?” He took the book and the box, quickly opening it. “No!” Chief Carson exclaimed, making his stop. “Open it at home. When you’re alone.” Greg opened his mouth to protest, but his boss cut him off again.

She finally could relax her nerve, even though there's a sudden sound or bang that happened. Not only that, one time, when Sherly was sorting out information, she stumbled upon this one folder. She had this feeling that she wanted to read it. So, she opened it. She was shocked to see what it was all about. It was her brother and the president's daughter laughing like they both had no care for the words. That is what the photographs say to her, and when she read the document, she couldn't help but smile. Her brother finally had someone he wanted to take home.