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There were no familiar titles, though there were some that were close. “Is that so? I have been reading the same books over and over again. Anything other than what I already have would be nice.” “Couldn’t you have just asked anyone to get some for you?” Matthew asked while taking out a comic from the shelf. It was titled: Witch of The Red. “All of these were gifts from some friends, or an offering by the clan leaders on my birthday. I don’t know what’s a good read these days, so I never asked anyone.” Cobalt sat down at the table, watching Matthew browse through the book he was holding.

The library felt like a gift, and that was what made it dangerous. I moved slowly along the shelves, trailing my fingers across the spines of books. The contact sent a faint shiver through me, not pleasure exactly, but recognition. Something inside me loosened, not relief and not comfort, but a thin strand of control I had not realized was missing. The titles were familiar in tone if not in detail. Business. Finance. Strategy. Leadership. Negotiation. The kinds of books men like Jaden collected to justify their decisions after the fact, volumes that framed dominance as intelligence and conquest as foresight.

The stories, however fragmented, painted a portrait of a richer, fuller existence, one vastly different from the harsh reality of our own. The stark contrast between the world depicted in the book and our current surroundings was palpable. The book’s vivid descriptions of lush forests, clear skies, and bustling cities were a world away from the radioactive ruins that surrounded us. It was a reminder of the potential of humanity, a testament to what we had lost, and a beacon of hope for what could still be.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

He sobered then cleared his throat. I smiled. “He was shocked.” It was difficult to believe that Adam was related to Tristan. There was a slight resemblance. Adam came a bit closer and leaned against one of the posts. “I wasn’t sure what kind of books you like, so I brought a memoir, a thriller, a romance, and a fantasy book. We don’t have many new books. I don’t think I’m allowed to give you my kindle. You could use it for other stuff.” I smiled. “It’s okay.” Despite my intention to hate on every Russo, it was difficult not to like Adam. “I think I’ll pass on the thriller, though. I’ve had plenty of thrill in my life recently.”

Sensing his indifference, Esme shot him a sharp glare without anyone noticing. Meanwhile, Edwin was busy talking to the guests about the ruined designs. They all comforted him. "Esme is so talented. One lost design doesn't matter. She'll keep creating masterpieces, no matter how hard jealous people try to tear them apart." Their words pleased Mom and Dad. Dad beamed. "Exactly! Esme is a prodigy. The mediocre can never compare to her." The chorus of praise grew louder until Mom suddenly turned to Edwin. "What's truly a shame is that such a wonderful man ended up with such a terrible wife. If you ask me, Edwin belongs with Esme. They're the perfect match."

I said it, but God, it was harder this time. The third box had a collection of novels, and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I couldn't return this, it wasn’t a luxury gift, right? Just books. Books weren’t bribery. Books were safe. A harmless, thoughtful gesture. I was bargaining with myself, and I knew it. But as my fingers traced the cover, the side of me that wanted to keep them won. Six novels. All from my favorite authors. How did he know? The thought sat uncomfortably in my mind as I gathered the empty packaging, along with the designer bag, and carried them straight outside. I dumped them into the hallway, shutting the door more gently this time.

Monica asked. The girl quickly nodded and looked at Shiro-san's book before choosing almost all the books on the special shelf. "This "Winter Rendezvous" is an amazing book! And this "Spring of Birth" is giving me a lot of memories of... " Monica, who was on her side, was wondering whether this girl told him to buy all Shiro-san's books which made him speechless, but he had to admit that this girl was very cute, especially those clear eyes that were full of excitement when she explained all the books which were written by Shiro-san.

To my surprise, it was the book - the same book that we have in the future. "Right," I said. "While I was inside the main house earlier, I saw tons of books scattered in one of the rooms there. There was thing weird feelings that were pulling me closer to them and ended up holding it. Don't you think it's a coincidence?" Hunter furrowed and slide closer to my spots and snatched the book. "It's the same book you gave me, Mr, Grey." I continued. "take a look at it. Every word and pages are identical to the one you gave me, right?"

“Goodnight Aspen.” Aspen leaves with the book. It’ll be nice to have another friend. I don’t get to see Samantha much anymore so it’ll be nice to have Aspen around. He likes books like I do. I’ll have to make him a list to read while he is here. I scan the shelves and decide on to finally try The Great Gatsby. My teacher gave me a list of more advanced books to read that I would typically be reading when I reach high school. So far I’ve loved the books she recommended. The Giver was one of my favorites.