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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.”

I scream in anguish. "Cedriiiiiiiiiiiiiic!!!!" 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Sorry for repeating the chapter guys. Hope you're enjoying the read. The book is almost done.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

While I was walking to my table, where I had left my bag, I used my hand to brush the dust off the book. The people around me glanced at me because of what had happened a while ago. I chose to ignore their stares and sat down in the chair, facing the wall next to the table. The moment I set the book down on the table, I felt an unexpected surge of interest well up inside of me. I opened the book and noticed that all of the pages were brown. This book seemed to have been written centuries ago. I gulped when I saw what was written on the first page of the book. I shivered when I read it in a low voice. "The Myth of Alpha's Rejection.”

"You old witch! How dare you kick him like that?" Mrs. Zeller's anger flared when she saw her. "Oh, you're that 30-year-old 'first love' who still can't get her act together and keeps going after someone else's husband? You're not even pretty. How could he be so blind?" Sophie's chest was heaving with anger, and it looked like she was about to throw down. But the neighbors, attracted by the commotion, weren't about to let her throw a punch. "First love? Nah, she's more like a side chick! She's pissed because people called her out, and now, she's ready to throw hands. But where was her shame when she was doing all that messed-up stuff?"

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

“You may put your skirt down. And crawl to my desk.” Her face burned with fresh humiliation, but her body sang with dark excitement. She dropped her skirt and began to crawl, the carpet rough on her hands and knees. It was the most degrading, most exhilarating thing she had ever done. She crawled to his desk and stopped, waiting for her next command.

Grabbing a large one, I hide the test inside. Praying that my blush isn’t obvious as I giggle nervously I raise the book above my head. “I needed a break and wanted a new book, so I came over here and thought I’d try something different.” “Oh,” he looks at the title. Blinks twice, and then responds, “I’ve heard that one is pretty good.” I take a moment to look up at the book. On the cover is a picture of a woman wearing a dress with a torn bodice locked in a romantic embrace with a handsome centaur. The title implies something regarding the size of his anatomy and I feel myself burning in embarrassment.

Even I’m surprised by my own insane courage, but I move toward the source of the crash. Stepping past a few shelves, I see a large, heavy book lying on the floor. My eyes are afraid—but my hands reach for it on their own. “A Magical Treatise on Curses and Other Influences on Subjects.” “I’ll be damned,” slips from my lips when I read the title. “I mean… thanks!” I glance around into the emptiness, but there’s no response—which is probably for the best, because otherwise I’d have definitely scared myself half to death.