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It took him an hour to figure out how it works hahaha. He soon turned the book over to check it's title. On the cover, among the pretty colorful gems and butterfly designs is a title of bold golden letters that brought a sudden shiver to his body. 🌹Ruby and Aurelius🌹

The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71. I found the second shelf on the case and scanned for my next book. Book thirteen had a cover of deep purple. I frowned at the woman looking up at me, scanning over her tangled fiery curls, the cinnamon freckles across her nose, and the way her emerald eyes seemed to twinkle at me from the cover. Her hair and eyes were the only familiar thing about her. My face was a bit rounder than hers, and definitely held a bit more baby fat. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full, conventionally beautiful in a wild sort of way. I felt that twinge of guilt as I looked down at the cover. “Sasha Burnette, Game 51.”

While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book. “The Story of Carnelia the Great,” I mumble to myself. Opening the book to the first page I see the name “Primus” scrawled in an uneven hand on the cover. So this was his as a child. I smile, thinking of what a little monster he must have been like as I turn to the title page. “CARNELIA” is hand-lettered in bold calligraphy. Underneath, is the image of a gold and red dragon, her body curled in the sky, replacing the sun.

“I thought putting you with Meghan or Rose first would make you want to leave. I don’t have much I can show you for now so that left Robert as the only choice.” “Thanks for making me sound like a drastic last resort,” Robert complained in mock offense. “Zach, bring your chair over when work officially starts.” At nine, Zach pushed his chair over to Robert’s desk. “I handle the lighter erotica mainly. It’s the content that you can read in public without offending most people. One of the books I am helping with is close to publication and I was wondering if you could choose the cover.” Robert proceeded to show him an array of potential cover images that varied from lurid to boring. Zach picked

Because if the boo fell into a wrong hand, then it would definitely be the end of everything. Ember gasped as she stared at the book. It was a thick book with drawings carved on the cover of the book and there were some kind of roots that were wrapped around the it, it looks tight and Ember suspected that not anyone will have an access to that book. by the looks of it, magic is needed in order for it to be accessible. “What will you use it for then? And did you just store the book in the cabinet full of plates?” She saw her retrieved the said book for her cabinets that were full of different kinds of tea pots and plates.

Others were modern thrillers and contemporary fiction, their glossy jackets still vibrant. But then she came to a section that felt...different. These books weren’t stacked like the others. They were nestled into the shelves like treasures, rich, cracked leather covers, some with gold foiling so worn it was barely legible. Her hand paused over one that read, The History of the Black Moon Pack. Her brows knit. “Pack?” she murmured under her breath, pulling it from the shelf.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. He moved quickly, weaving through aisles until we reached the far end of the room. There, he scanned the shelves with his fingertips before pulling out a thick tome coated in dust. The cover was bound in faded leather and sealed with a clasp that didn’t look remotely normal, it had symbols carved into it, almost like tiny constellations. He traced a symbol over the clasp, and with a soft metallic click, it released. The book creaked open. I hovered beside him, leaning just enough to glimpse the pages he flipped through, each one filled with looping glyphs and illustrations of creatures, rituals, symbols, and magic I’d only heard about in stories people labeled

So, I pull out a book named “Princess Aria” It’s not a very catchy title, but the cover looks pretty cool. There is a beautiful, slim woman on the cover, and she is holding out her hand towards a beautiful fiery dragon. As I am staring fully captivated at the cover, I nearly jump from my own skin when a voice suddenly speaks up. “Find anything you like?”. “Jesus!!”. I clutch my chest, scowling at the smug-looking man in the doorframe. “Don’t scare me like that”.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”