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I added, and he nodded slowly. “That’s right.” He uttered sadly. “Let’s change the topic. Will I be able to find books related to politics and royalty in the library?” I asked. “Yes, of course. It’s a library. There’s a particular book titled ‘How to be a Successful King’. I think it’s Lucian’s favorite.” He answered, and I raised my eyebrows. “So he gets it from a book?” “Well, he’s naturally intelligent, so the book doesn’t do as much as you think it does.” He told me.

"Books, they are our only hope now." He said, "books? What do you mean by books are our only hope?" I asked, demanding an explanation to clear out the confused soul that was sinking in my brain. "What I meant was, historical books and pamphlets any book that has extraordinary things attached to it. We have to try to lay our hands on it. It's the only way out of this hook we found ourselves. We just have to keep calm and get everything right, scrutinize and define every hidden term in every nook we get. I'm sure we'll get something. Nick said, and I was mind-blown. "So do we go to the libraries to get started!?" I asked. "Obviously yes, anywhere with books I'm sure we'll find something soon.

Huh, I mused inwardly, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of my mouth. Zachary stood up and hurried over to his drawer, retrieving a large book, which he then slammed down onto the desk before sitting back down. "All the ones I haven't tried and the ones that failed because I didn't have enough materials," he explained, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I also haven't been able to figure out some of them. Most of them aren't originally my ideas, but I simply upgraded already-made ideas. Is that legal?"

I even tried tugging my arm a little, but I realized I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “Okayyy, kinky. I like that.” It felt like I was in a book. Just seconds away from experiencing a booktok sex scene that would wreck me. My mind went to all the crazy things he could do to me right now. And with two out of my basic senses being restricted right now, the possibilities were endless. Just thinking about it had my stomach coiling with anticipation.

And with her fast asleep, I was able to leave the bedroom. I settled on the bed, but sitting up, with the laptop on my legs. With less than two months to go before the publication of my book, I got wrapped up in the story again. I felt in a floating bubble, it was not a dream, but my reality. Dialing on the keyboard, I sighed. Suddenly, an idea lit up in my mind, like a lightbulb, just four words: You're Just A Girl. I felt that I had to do a second part, maybe with time I would decide completely. I closed the device, with the arrival of Ismail.

I might ruff draft two chapters on which one I want to do and if y'all ideas are close to what I was thinking I'll update that chapter. Let's have some fun with this book.... 😉

I wasn’t fully hungry, maybe because my mind was already full of possibilities. I sat at the dining table, biting into the apple slowly. In my head, the outline of the concept kept spinning: atmosphere, colors, the emotions I wanted to capture on the book cover. I imagined the illustration coming alive, not just beautiful, but honest. I typed a few keywords into my phone: quiet, hope, fragile but enduring. They felt right.

This book thoroughly exposed the sinful human nature, and that wickedness in the book didn't involve murder or arson, but a collective destruction of individuals in the name of morality. Perhaps due to the heavy nature of the content, Rosalie put the book aside after around twenty minutes, massaging her temples as she did so. She wanted to write a book too, but it would be finance-related. That was the inspiration that struck her today. Rosalie picked up her phone and searched for finance books online in hopes of finding inspiration. After searching through the internet, she couldn't find the kind of literature she was looking for. There was no similar content she could find as reference, pe

The kind meant for older kids but that August had started gravitating toward because picture books didn't have enough words. "This one is about a robot who wants to be an astronaut." Carter held up the first book. "And this one is about deep sea creatures. Real ones, not made up. And this one—" He pulled out a thick hardcover. "This one is about how bridges are built. It has diagrams." August's eyes went huge. He took the bridge book with both hands like Carter had given him something precious. Opened to the first page where there was indeed a detailed diagram of bridge architecture. "This is mine? To keep?"

Yet here I was, in this room full of people who had chosen me, not because they had to, but because they wanted to. I smiled, a real one this time, and sat at the center of the circle. April clapped her hands together, bubbling in excitement. “Okay, enough of the emotional display. Let’s get to work. Book Club is officially back in session!” Laughter filled the room. We started tossing around ideas for the next reading list, but the discussion quickly turned into a chaotic mess of inside jokes and playful teasing. Maya insisted we include something “dark and brooding,” while Sammy argued for something “funny, because God knows we all need to laugh more.” April rolled her eyes and wrote both