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There were two pistols in the safe, some more money and a very important thing for any business - an account book, which included not only numbers, but also a bunch of necessary information. Pimple tucked his pistols into his belt and brought me a book. I skimmed through it and nodded to Chechik. The automatic burst was short and the issue with the old management was resolved. The issue with the surveillance camera was also resolved. Everything that was needed was seen on the other side. Zoya and the girls worked quickly and almost finished stuffing bags with money, and I returned to the prostitutes. Among them were both human women and half-breeds, but they did not look particularly frighte

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I even stumbled upon a book that belonged to the earlier Human Empire, which was eventually destroyed. I eventually chose a book, walked up to a seat, and sat down. The History of One Thousand Years. The Beast Kingdom was only mentioned in this one book, however, I'm not sure why that is. The book's title was neither innovative nor enticing. But I wasn't looking for a decent book to read, I was looking for knowledge on the Beast Kingdom. Dust was scattered everywhere when I opened the book. There was the odour of old wood that was hundreds or maybe thousands of years old.

DEDICATION: I dedicate this chapter to 'Mhiz Grace Pretty' for dropping two gems on my book this month. You are amazing 😘 Elliot's POV The book was magnificent. Just as I imagined. Once I reached home I had already prepared myself to open it but I had to savour the moment of having the first magic book in the world.

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

Pearl yells at the closed door and Gwen giggles. Slowly the other women file in. I load up a bowl of potato soup that Julie brought. She even fried up some bacon to sprinkle on top and I think I've died and gone to Heaven. Gwen's new recipe for spinach dip feels like an orgasm in my mouth and I decide to ask Ev to do every book club with me forever, if only for the snacks. I listen as they talk about the book. We're on the downward swing of it now, the main conflict resolved with only the aftermath of the battle left to go through. It's a more emotional part of the story and I'm surprised Pearl even read it.

The others hesitated, hissing, as if they had never faced this kind of power before. “Selene!” Fenrir shouted again, but this time there was awe in his voice. I felt my chest tighten. The book pulsed stronger, almost as if it was alive. Each step I took, the light followed, pushing the creatures back. One lunged at me again—I slammed the book against it, and it disintegrated. Winter cheered. “Mother! That’s amazing!”

Bea continued chattering. My mind quieted down when I spotted the name in the cover of the book, and Bea's chatter faded into the background. Alissa Boudoir. Alissa had been voted a queen candidate by the public. Yes, Vivanna was already the first princes' fiancé, but no-one liked Vivanna, so the public aggressively began to pair Alissa and the prince together. In the newspapers, in gossips news and even in fanfictions written by the people at the capital.

Dee’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “That book is a myth,” Linette said. “It doesn’t exist.” “It does,” I replied. “Covered in spikes, bloody writing, and glittering with gold and black.” Linette’s lashes fluttered. “No… that book was destroyed,” she whispered. “What is it? Some kind of forbidden text or magic?” I asked. “It’s the Book of Fate,” Linette breathed. “Said to have been destroyed centuries ago. How did you touch it?” “It… appeared in my room,” I confessed, my voice shaking.