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I apologized but he said nothing. I quickly walked into his library and I was amazed at how things are arranged in there... I walked along the walkway and I used my hand to brush through the book taking a glance at them. Then one book caught my attention.. It is titled 'The last survivors by King Jaywon' and there was a stain of blood in the picture... It is gonna be really horrific. I walked to where a reading table was placed and I placed the book on it. And I then proceeded to clean the Library.. There is even a fireplace and I am imagining how beautiful it will look reading beside the fireplace on a cold night. When I was done taking care of the library. I checked the time and it was fif

I tell her as I get up from where I’m sitting to arrange the textbooks I was digesting earlier. I wave Lilly off and begin to rush into the bathroom to prepare for lectures. It takes only twenty-five minutes to get myself ready for lectures and I descend downstairs through the elevator. Lily doesn’t seem like she’s in the mood of coming to school yet because I don’t see her freshen up. Actually, she was lying on her bed when I was leaving. I trek to the bus station and board a bus to school. I walk straight to the lecture room and settle myself. The lecture is about human anatomy. One of my favorite courses though, but I find it super hard to focus on what the woman was saying. I think about

First, let me tell you something. I am so happy and flattered that you're reading my book. I know I have many mistakes, spelling or other but I am trying my best to make this special. I received messages like "Your book is like Gray's Anatomy." No it's not -.- It just has a story with doctors and Seattle. Big deal. But yes, the GA is my favorite show so yes, I did get inspired by it. I assure you, it is NOT nor WILL BE like GA. I do not copy anything.

Everyone was present. "Let's get start right away," Reyna said. "Please, class president, distribute the books." "Lang!" My friends called me. "Matt!" I told Matt to do that dirty work for me. The title of the book itself was written in capital letters. CROSS-CULTURAL UNDERSTANDING FOR ADVANCED. Then, underneath the title, there was a smaller inscription that reads, 'Trial Edition'. Wait! What? I meant, why! Were they seriously teach us to understand other cultures? Were we guinea pigs? Why used the trial edition? Furthermore, how come the lecturer was still young like she had just passed lecturer certification? Gave me back my Madam Van Damme!

One by one, the men read a passage in English, sharing our interpretation to the crowd and waiting for the Duke to agree or disagree like a teacher at school. My passage was simple, and the meaning behind the words was clear. Others had problems with reading and comprehending the verses, making the lecture last longer when Bryce had to explain and simplify things. With the current speaker droning on about "turning the other cheek," I sneak behind the wall of men, laying down on the bench, closing my eyes. The words spoken in the background was like a Valium, and my tiredness takes over. My mind drifts with the images of Braxius and Brixtius appearing, both men handsome

The four of them watch as I slit ancient tape and the box sags and falls apart. ***** JAMES Books. What's new? She's consistent... 'Principles of Geology' by Charles Lyell - well-thumbed, 'The Merchant of Venice', 'Marvels of Pond Life' by Henry Slack - very dog-eared... The list goes on and the only thing any of the texts have in common is that they all look well-used. A second-hand bookstore would describe them as slightly foxed, but it looks as though the bears, the boars and the badgers have been at them too.

“I see, ‟ said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window.” The old professor scanned the crowded lecture hall from behind a dark brown wooden lectern. “How many of you can tell me what book starts like that? Raise your hands.” Perched on a comfortable cushioned seat in the top row of the amphitheater-style classroom, Leesa recognized the quote. She looked down on a sea of raised hands, amazed at how many seats were filled. Close to a hundred kids, she guessed, twice as many as in her other classes. Except for her row, which was only about half full, there were few empty seats. To her left, a group of seven or eight guys and girls clad in black were clu

The fluorescent lights in the lecture hall hummed overhead like they were mocking my headache. I slouched deeper into the worn leather chair at the back, legs stretched out under the desk, my notebook barely touched except for a few doodled equations that actually made more sense than half the crap on the projector screen. This evening certification course in advanced business strategy was supposed to be a breeze for someone like me. Patterns jumped out at me before the professor even finished explaining them. But tonight, like every other session this week, Kiara had taken over the review portion, and she was turning it into a battlefield.

Nothing more. He began the lecture, his tone cool and professional as he spoke on the current topic which was themes of forbidden desire in classic literature. I tried to focus on taking notes, but my pulse wouldn’t slow down. I didn't even realize when I stopped keeping my head down. Every time he moved, I found myself watching him closely. His motion, just like his voice, was magnetic. It was no wonder so many people joined his class. Forcing those thoughts away, I kept my head down for the rest of the time.