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I don't even know why I threw who but im sure with had something to do with the unsanitary place and food I'd been eating. I wrote down Adrian's number on the paper and gave it back to her. “Who should I say is being arrested?” “His Queen and his Beta.” Tobias stopped for a moment, looked back at the paper and then nodded. “I’ll be sure to let him know. Now, you'll go back to the station so that you can be booked and then, you'll be taken to jail. No trial because you are so guilty. Yes, I can do that.” I didn't even bother saying anything to him.

I would try to look cool. The car then turned into my village alley. I saw Laymisch serving his customers. There were Cameron, Ratty, and Benjamin. As usual, they were drinking coffee while enjoying the afternoon on the side of East Poo Chang Street. There was no longer Brother Bowie among them. He was arrested by the Indonesia Corruption Eradication Commission (ICEC) for being involved in a money-laundering attempt by Madura Regent Floyd Austin Sr. I then asked the car driver to stop in front of the Middle East-style restaurant which was closed due to bankruptcy. I saw the restaurant when the car that drove me home left me.

They were a cacophony of real people—activists, tech-anarchists, and obsessed fans—whose flashlights and camera-phones cut through the dim interior of the bookstore like searchlights in a prison yard. ​Julian Vane IV stood amidst the glass shards, his $2,000 shoes crunching on the remnants of Mia’s "Local Authors" display. He looked at the subpoena notification on his phone, his face pale in the rhythmic blue-and-red strobes of the approaching NYPD cruisers.

A chubby lady questioned him, giving him death stares, which made him wonder what exactly he had done. Astounded, he denied stalking her and moved to walk out of her sight when she stopped him again. Losing his patience, he turned around to face her. " I won't call the police, just hand that book over" she said, sipping her coffee. He looked heavenward, cursing her in his mind. Never was he willing to release the book or reveal his identity either. " I know you picked that book mainly because of me. Hand it over nicely and I'll let you in on some information about me"

“We have been monitoring Lexus and discovered that his target is you. We don’t know why, but we found that he has followed you and ran a background check. He has also copied your book and sent it to be published through Parker Publishing. He expedited it and had it officially published.” “What?” She jerked out of my arms, and a mixture of emotions moved across her face, from surprise to anger. Taking my feet off the table, I twisted on the couch, pulling my knee up to rest on the sofa. Grabbing her hands, I pulled them onto my lap and held them. She tried to pull away, but I wasn’t allowing her. Once she stopped resisting, I loosened my grip and caressed the back of her hands with my thumbs.

His hair was short with a little curl in it. "You got my book yet?" He asked very eagerly. His book order was late for the third time. But finally, it arrived. "Actually yes it is. It came in this morning. Let me go grab it." I walked to the storage room that I had them build in while I was renovating the place. Once I grabbed his book called The Host. I walked back in to see him aiming a gun at me. The book dropped out of my hands and I slowly put my hands up in the air.

She filtered through them, trying to find the perfect one to start with before she stumbled upon one with a very catchy cover. There was a lady or girl with a red hoodie covering almost half of her face with other features like a bowing girl, held down by chains and then surrounded by lit candles. In total, the cover looked really captivating. She brought out the book before shutting the drawer. She wore her glasses and glanced at the book, Bound By The Erstwhile Chains, read the title. She turned it over and saw the author's name, Lara .A. Falowo and a bit about her. Fascinated by the prologue, she dived into the book, flipping pages after pages until she heard a voice come through the inte

The echoing voice in the library suddenly interrupted my reading. Listening to the approaching footsteps, I realized that my whereabouts had been exposed. So, in a rush, I tore the page containing information about the Arctic Wolf from the book and folded it into small pieces, stuffing it into my close-fitting clothes. As I completed these actions, the intense light from several flashlights also fell on me, making it nearly impossible to open my eyes. "Amber Newberry!" The figure hiding behind the bright light pronounced my crime in a voice devoid of any emotion.

What happened this time? "W-hy do you ask?" I couldn't help the shiver in my tone. "Oh Lord, it's a bad news, ma'am... It's about your last book 'The Prince of Veronia'. Astornet sued you for the book, claiming it was their original idea." I froze on the spot. Everything started getting heavy and ringing in my head. I was sued for my book by Astornet? How is that even possible?

I called out again. "Oh sorry, I didn't know you were standing there." She replied putting aside the laptop. "What's that?" I asked curiously, pointing at some sort of book that seemed to have been ripped and then taped back together beside her. "Oh this, it's nothing." She said, picking it up and hiding it behind her back. "If it were nothing, you would not be hiding it."I said and went behind her then snatched the book from her hands. As I flipped through it, I realised it was some sort of unpublished book.