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The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them. Finn, the epitome of a high school jock with his broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, and cocky grin, stood tall, his athletic build commanding attention even in the dimly lit aisle. Shasha, the new girl, a nerd with her glasses perched on her nose and a pleated skirt that fell just above her knees, clutched her books to her chest, her heart pounding in her ears. The thunder rumbled outside, a fitting soundtrack to the tension crackling between them.

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The greatest people that ever walked through this gate. Tom smiled, then walked away. Harry scurried behind him. As they advanced inside, they turned to the library. When they got in, they saw the librarian chatting on her Android phone, a headset over her head. When she noticed their presence, she smiled at them both, then pointed towards the Author's Catalogue. Tom nodded and walked over to the direction. Harry noticed they had a new librarian, he didn't know this one. On getting to the Catalogue, Harry noticed a little girl in purple skirt and top, and a purple sweater over the top. She was swallowed by what she read that she was oblivious to her immediate surrounding. Harry observed the

Kate keeps examining the lone sheet of paper like a bingo player with a bingo card. “Think, Kate. Think,” she tells herself. “Try to recall everything you learned from that book.” The book she’s referring to is Codes, Ciphers, Steganography & Secret Messages, which she got from Booksale, a secondhand bookstore. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. When she opens her eyes again, her line of sight falls on the photo of her and the Bali Girls. Then her eyes jump to the words in the letter:

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Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

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Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

He still had his bags with him the same way most students did and the weather condition — which he was in no way accustomed to, didn't make things any easier. The guide continued talking. “Failure to heed what I say puts you all at a very high risk of returning to your clans, packs and covens tomorrow!” That was enough to attract all their attention. No one wanted to go back home so soon. If they did, they'll be tagged sore losers. “Good,” thd tour guide said with a smile of satisfaction on his face. “Works every year,” he muttered to himself. “Gather round me as we begin this tour!” he ordered.

“You make a very terrible goth teen.” “I'm not a goth and I don't practice any dark arts or occultic activities.” I nearly yelled. He smirked. “So how do you know the name for it?” “Because I opened a damn book.” I retorted. He raised a brow at me. “This is getting interesting. So you opened a book on the dark arts? Your curiosity get the better of you biblegirl?” “What? No. It's not a hard concept.” “Don't worry, I'll keep your secret.”