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Alex became red in the face and scratched his nape as he trailed behind me, when the book assistant silenced him with a ‘‘Ssshhh’’ command, because some people were reading silently at the far corner. ‘‘No need…’’ I whispered, waving my hand. ‘‘I’ve been to this place before…’’ This bookstore wasn’t that big and not crowded. There’s actually another one down the street which was so much bigger and looked like the headquarters, while this one was most likely a branch office for the bookstore. But I liked it here more. I tapped my finger on my chin, looking up at the titles of the biography books that were arranged alphabetically on the upper shelf.

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 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.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

That's my baby. I quickly entered a mall, and went straight into a nearby bookstore. But their copies of that story are said to be sold out. That's why I went to a popular bookstore. They put a lot of weight on the books they sell, but I really need to see or read that book! I was headed for the shelf that was for Miss Yuki, so the lady who was about to pass in front of me, just excused myself. The copy was alone, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I got ahead of the girl earlier.

I look over to where Primus had been sitting not so long ago. What's this? Primus left something behind. A book? Was this the gift he meant to give me? It is a small thing, dainty. I cannot imagine someone as large as Primus ever reading this because how could he ever hold onto it without breaking it? It looks so precious, and fragile. Even as a child, I can't imagine he would have been small or careful enough to read it. Gently, as if lifting a rose from a vase, I pick up the blush pink volume, marveling at the delightful texture of its silk binding, the title embroidered in gold. While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book.

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

Some traits, like this gentlemanly attentiveness, seemed carved into his very bones. She just hoped he hadn’t inherited the womanizing part too… Annabelle caught herself wandering off in thought again and quickly snapped out of it. Today, Colten didn’t bring a driver. He personally drove her to the Shallow Grass Bookstore. As they entered, the mingling scents of coffee and books drifted through the sunlit space. “Nice place,” Colten remarked. “You’ve got good taste.” Annabelle smiled faintly to herself. *I only picked a bookstore to avoid having to talk to that young master…*

"Alright. I’ll tell you everything. But not here. Give me until tomorrow night. I need to show you." Show me? I didn’t sleep much that night. --- The next evening, Nathan took me on a drive. We ended up outside a quaint little bookstore tucked between an abandoned cafe and a laundromat. A sign above the door read Warren's Books & Vinyl. Inside, the scent of old paper and pinewood welcomed us. The woman behind the counter looked up, then gasped. "Nathan Hart. As I live and breathe." Nathan smiled softly. "Hey, Julia."