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It is undoubtedly old, and the spine is now gradually falling. "It's my favorite classic romance novel. Although I was looking for a classic fantasy book here, that one attracted my eye." "I'm not a big fan of romance—" She cut me off, "I'm the same way! Fantasy is my favorite genre. But don't worry, because once you read it, you won't have any regrets, and you'll even thank Sierra McCarthy for recommending such a treasure to you!," She exclaimed, winking at me.

And if he wanted something that was beyond my means, I even fought to get it for him. I felt sorry that he had missed out on so much during his childhood. In my previous life, he told me that his elders and relatives would go out of their way to prepare gifts for Charles, the favored son. Compared to those, Samuel's gifts were always an afterthought. They were extras that were passed to him in the end. Only Whitney was different. Whitney, his so-called childhood sweetheart. She gave him candy that belonged to him alone. Even if it was expired, it was still the only precious bit of sweetness in his lonely childhood.

"I know it's you, mommy. I'm not as gullible anymore." I raise my eyebrow at the word he used. It seems like he's learning a new word each day. Unlike other kids, Lucas has taken a liking to read. A few days ago, he came to me, asking for books and comics and I'd just gotten my first paycheck so I didn't mind at all. The paycheck was quite… generous. I grin at him. "Whatever do you mean?" "There's no tooth fairy." "Yet you kept your tooth under your pillow." He grins back at me. "I could do with a dollar or two." I shake my head with a small smile as I turn back around at the sound of the toaster.

‎ ‎"Did you modify your tongue? It's sharpened with more nonsensities than ever." ‎"Hey, hey." Loralye snapped the book in her hand shut before she approached me. Then, she smirked in my face, placed a hand on my shoulder to push me down to the couch below and placed her book on my lap. "That's no way for a therapist to talk." ‎ ‎I returned her smile. "Just checking if there's really anything up there. You know, like squirrels check their nuts to hear if they're hollow or mostly just empty."

he said, extending the book towards me. I took the book, my fingers brushing against the cover as I examined the title. "Little Women," I read aloud, a sense of familiarity washing over me. "Yes, it was Jacob's favorite book, and I think you will find it captivating too," he explained, his voice filled with warmth and nostalgia. "I'm sure I will," I replied, a soft smile playing on my lips, feeling a connection to Jacob through this shared love for literature. I ran my fingers along the cover, appreciating the weight of the book and the memories it held.

I said. "Well then," he said. "Please enlighten me: what is your favorite film and book?" "Favorite film is Gone with The Wind, favorite book is Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy." He grimaced. "I half-expected the gushy romance part, but not the lack of happy endings," Adam said. ''Lack of happy endings?!'' I asked. "Says the man whose favorite book is The Art of War..." "I see your point." I leaned forward and pulled out the bag of breakfast that Mrs. Chandler had sent us.

I couldn’t tell Aunt Hilda, nor could I tell Alex—they both hated Scott and would rather drink a bottle of ink than hear his name. “Don’t worry, Allison. I’m going to stay for a few more days before heading back to New York” he said and it made me feel happy. “Did little Liam enjoy the storybooks I gave him?” “Yes, he did. He won’t stop talking about it. Kids his age love playing with toys, but Liam prefers books. He watches SpongeBob, but books are his favorite, just like his father,” I grinned, but then I stopped, realizing what I had just said.

I tell him. “I agree, I could not fault him. I think we are done discussing Twisted Games, let us move on Twisted Lies, which is actually my favourite book out of all them,” Blake says. I think about my favourite book and I say to him, “My favourite book is actually Twisted Games, I really love Rhys and Bridget.”

I’m just saying this to cope with the pain, and realization. We were late for Chemistry so I guess it’s time for Biology. Mr. Nuruero isn’t really strict with us and actually allows us to sit together. It’s because we’re practically the only ones who answer his questions. Alex and I both like Biology, it’s like our only favorite subject. We sit in the class and listen to the discussion. God, I hate saying this but I’d rather listen to Biology than sit in bed. After Biology, we had a 30 minute break due to an electrical problem in one of the classrooms. So we laid on the green grass behind the school.