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She took the bag over and started speaking. "This is the most special one! It's a mini bag for a casual look! The overall design is like a plush bear's head. It's fluffy and covered with fur. It's cute when it is carried as a backpack! There's also a hidden golden button with a golden chain. It gives a unique and beautiful vibe of winter. This design can only contain a phone and some money, thus it is used more to complement outfits. Look at our model in the pictures, it looks stunning!"

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

It was from Thane. It contained a designer gym bag, glossy black leather and gold zippers. The card read: "If you're going to train, do it properly. – T." I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?" But I reached out and touched the bag. It was exorbitantly priced, unlike my plain backpack that I had been using. Part of me was irritated that he was once again trying to intrude. Another part of me… well, I couldn't help the flush in my chest.

STATS OF SENAN: STRENGTH: 35 HP Power: 51 HP Intelligent: Max level 100 HP Agility: 85 HP The leader of Black Eyes were named Lex. Lex receive a message while he was on the transaction of Drugs. When he open the bags of drugs he saw the message of Mother Tree and only Lex can read that message. When he read the message Lex immediately killed the person he made transaction with just a few minutes and after that Lex left. STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP

He reaches under the table and pulls out a gift bag. Matteo places the pretty light blue gift bag on the table in front of me. Opening the gift I found my baby book, but there is also another baby book, but this one is simple. It’s pale yellow with cute little white bottles, bikinis, and baby rattles. “My baby book from my dad. You found it!” I can already feel a few tears fall from my eyes.

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

For now. Her journey home was a bit more lavish than her hike into town. The Lord’s gigantic pickup truck bumped and bustled, and she sat with her old and dusty shoes kicked up on the luxurious navy-cushioned bench across from her. She peered past the silky curtain of the back window once again to check on the petite bag there. Silvers and two spell books, not bad, not bad at all. You know that fluttering feeling your heart gets when someone attractive locks eyes with you? That’s how I feel right now every time I look at that little bag. She thought to herself.

"Well, I will have to search your bag for security reasons, before you leave this pack, as you are now a rogue." He searched and didn't find anything implicating or suspicious. I thanked my stars for having the wisdom of not putting the book of records inside the bag. He didn't bother to search my body because there was no sign of me hiding something inside my gown. The book was as light as that.

I replied. Matt handed me a paper bag with no further inquiries. It has a leaf logo on the front with a calligraphic historian written underneath. He uttered no words, yet my mind was already entrenched with ideas. "I'm not sure whether that's the precise book you're looking for," he remarked, taking a seat on the couch. The smell of the ancient books funnels through my nostrils, making me sneeze. I parted the paper bag into two and took a peek inside.

she says and suddenly breaks our eye contact. “What?” I ask. “Come,” she replies and moves towards the table. Reaching the table, she sets down a leather satchel I didn't notice she was carrying in her cloak. The sound the satchel makes when it hits the table is a heavy sound, as if something dense is inside the satchel. “What’s that?” I look at her. “Your future,” she says simply. My future? Next, I watch as she opens the satchel and pulls out a book. The cover of the book is made with black leather and it looks so worn-out that it's almost gray now. The binding is cracked with age, and there are symbols carved into the front.