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But then, why were all her belongings still here? She stepped toward the shelves and ran an index finger horizontally across the spine of each book, noting the authors. Stephen King. Paul Tremblay. Lauren Beukes. All horror, violence, and morbid. Certainly not what Jade preferred to read. The magazines held a different texture, they were smooth but thinner, and her fingertip snagged every crevice. She plucked a random one out and examined the cover. Vogue. Flipping through the magazine, she noted several of the corners were folded as a bookmark. She glanced over the articles on those pages: Interviews with influential people, food and drink reviews, and beauty products.

She felt like she was a kept woman! While being lost in her own thoughts, she didn't notice that Lisa pushed the book that was placed in the table towards her. "Speaking about this book, I've got this for you since you don't have anything to do anyways. It's a book about making pills. You should give it a try." Lisa said. Naomi looked at the book that was pushed towards her. The cover wasn't that ugly nor fancy as it looked quite ordinary. The cover had some words written on it which were "The First Steps of Becoming a Mage" which should be the book's title. The book was somehow thick.

With a sinister smile and two, HE gladly replies. “Well then. Just who are you suggesting to be the spice without disrupting the flow of fate that I already wrote into everyone’s lives?” A bit of a dangerous dare that HE knew that is difficult to do. Yet HE trusted the Mistress to comply for such a criterion in choosing the perfect spice to open the book of the next stage. “Remember that the spice I needed is someone whose sin is as pure as black. With the Yang that is pure as white. I want someone who is pure and true, with the other half of its pure darkness.”

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

Just muttered, “Feel free to browse.” I nodded and wandered. The silence was thick. Peaceful. I ran my fingers along the spines—mysteries, war history, sci-fi. None of it felt right. I turned a corner and found myself in a crooked, narrow aisle. A handwritten label above the shelf read: “Folklores, Myths & Things Best Left Alone.” Something about it made me shiver. I reached out and picked a worn, black-spined book: “The Blood and Bond of the Wild.”

Just dust, cracked leather spines, and silence thick enough to swallow sound. Tonight the air felt heavier. Cooler. I walked the rows until I found the erotica section. Tucked in a forgotten corner. Books no one requested. I pulled one down. Thick. Heavy. Red cloth cover worn thin at the edges. Title embossed in faded gold: The Last Sin. I didn’t read the author. I didn't care. I just needed the weight of it in my hands. Only one chair remained usable. Old oak. Faded green velvet cushion. Everything else was either broken or missing legs. I sat. Skirt rode up my thighs. No panties tonight. I never wore them here.

“You didn’t read all of these books?” “I read books one through five. That fifth book was when all the fighting happened between them. I don’t know why but I just kept buying the other books when they came out.” She shrugged. “I just. . .I couldn’t stop. I had to buy them.” Maddox raised his eyebrows. “Even though you didn’t want to read them?” “Exactly. It was the oddest thing.” “These are spelled.” He picked them up and turned to the author again. “This Grace Moon must be a witch.”

“So basically, treat it like a boyfriend. Occasional attention, but not too much.” They giggled, wandering the aisles, picking out plants and little ceramic pots. The shopkeeper wrapped their purchases with care, and soon they were back on the street, arms laden with greenery. “Let’s hit the bookstore next,” Lilly suggested. “I want to find something for Link.” The bookstore was cozy, filled with dark wood shelves, vintage rugs, and the rich scent of old paper. They lost themselves among the aisles, pulling books at random. “Oh! A spicy romance novel,” Marcy said, waving a bright cover at Lilly. “This looks like your speed.”

In the middle of the night, after Conrad drifted off with his arms around me, I couldn't help but slip out to the study. The way he used to whisper Jenny's name in bed, along with the photo albums and love letters I found on his computer, shattered whatever hope I still had. Still, our seven years together meant something. We'd shared too many sweet moments for me to just walk away. I stepped up to the small safe on the desk. It felt like Pandora's box, full of mystery and danger.

Nicholas insisted on tidying up, brushing off my offer to help. He was just simply stubborn. So, I decided to roam around as he cleaned up our little mess. It is also to make the food go down. I wandered among the shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of the books. The piles of books are fascinating since they all look classic and just ancient. While looking, my gaze landed on one of the books where a piece of paper slipped out. I grabbed the book, saw the title as Forbidden Devotion, and found a nearby table. Perched on the edge of the table, I eagerly flipped through the pages. But instead of a story, I stumbled upon a stash of folded papers nestled within the book's pages.