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I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

“Tell me this doesn’t look like it crawled out of a Victorian ghost story.” Clara laughed softly despite herself. “Please tell me you didn’t adopt another haunted object.” “It was in the donation stack Thomas dropped off last week.” Lena placed it carefully on the counter. “I swear, Clara, it felt like it wanted to be found.” Clara rolled her eyes gently. “Books don’t want things.” “They absolutely do,” Lena insisted. “They just can’t shout.” Clara reached for the book. The leather was thin and soft from age. The corners were worn smooth, as though it had passed through many hands. She opened it slowly.

Just her, alone in a place that suddenly felt too big. She paused when she reached a door she hadn’t noticed before. Curiosity tugged at her. She wrapped her fingers around the knob and pushed gently. To her surprise, it wasn’t locked. Inside, the air smelled of dust and old paper. Shelves lined the walls, stacked with books she had never seen. Her fingers brushed over them absently—until something on the table caught her eye. A file with a sheet poking out. Arabelle walked over, hesitating only for a second before opening it.

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

Like you. Your sister, Zee. I glanced up from the letter and stared at the old church at a distance. I was at the address that she had left for me. The neighbourhood was quiet and looked almost abandoned. I lived in a block where there were children everywhere, old people jogging, parents yelling and pets barking and mewing. But this place was straight out of a haunted movie. I rubbed the corner of my eyes, feeling them moist. I had to stop reading this letter, for fuck’s sake.

I protested to my parents in either skipping the school or transferring to another school but they forced me to be here as this is the only school which is best. I reserved a place in one of the seats available though nobody was there. I kept my bag and went in search of a nice book. I went to the thriller books section and searched for a book, perfect for reading at this moment. ‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to.

“It’s a thief we need.” Tawny’s sweet voice comes over the monitor and moves closer to the screen, her yellow eyes pinned on Lyric. “Once upon a long time ago, many, many moons before now, The doorways to the realm of the gods were sealed by four powerful gods and goddesses. They created four stones, one per each god’s magic. These stones not only sealed the doorway, but they also became the key to reopening it. We recently discovered a book with an explanation, a doorway, and some other papers.” She casts Crimson a sideways glance and he shrinks in his seat. “And that’s what I stole? One of these four stones?” Lyric asks.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

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