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Her aunt gives her a small smile and nods, Celine finds the bookmark and opens to the page. The woven bookmark has a faded blue tassel and was made of woven threads depicting wolves running in a forest, at the bottom of the bookmark was an old wolf’s tooth with a hole drilled through to be able to tie it onto the bookmark. She puts it to one side to look at the page it had been marking. It looked much like many of the others she had seen flipping through. But its words had her feeling like her world was slipping through her fingers and she was unable to do anything to stop it.

After Lilac fell asleep again—her hand still resting over mine, her breathing finally soft and even—I got up. I didn’t turn on the overhead light—just my laptop and the small lamp by the desk. My journal app open on the screen. I was never big on handwritten journals, mostly because, as Darius likes to say, I have the handwriting of a serial killer. So, instead, I designed this secure journal app to keep all my private thoughts written out, not always in a manner that makes sense to others, but I always understand. The cursor blinked on a blank document, quiet and expectant. It was time. Not to fight, not this second. But to say something.

If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

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I wrote down the explanation she gave. “Soft inside. Crunchy outside.” I wrote. I looked at the pages. I remembered what Cassian told me. He said the book that brought her to this time was the Ledger of Satiety. My heart skipped a beat. That was the perfect name for my journal. I had been looking for a title. I took the quill. I wrote the words in bold letters on the cover. The Ledger of Satiety. Just after I finished writing. A sharp knock interrupted me. I did not like being disturbed in this room.

It wasn't until she noticed the strange book tucked away in the corner that she was able to distract herself from her thoughts. "I almost missed one," she whispered. As she walked over to it, she noticed that its cover was worn, and it seemed to emit a faint glow that caught her attention. Maybe it's how the moon perfectly acted as its own spotlight that made it seem so glowy, but it's not just that. She somehow felt a little hint of amusement as she stared at it. As she approached the book, she saw the shinny title written on it, Lunaria, and she couldn't help but be intrigued. The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive.

My friend had done a good job putting the library together, organizing the books by subject, with like topics together on each shelf just as I’d requested. I had also ordered several journals and notebooks for note-taking. These were stacked in a tidy pile on the top shelf. I selected a black suede journal and took it to bed, where I eased myself into a comfortable position. It was crazy how little activity it required, this week, to make me desperate to get my feet elevated. “Okay,” I said, flipping open to the journal’s first page and compulsively writing today’s date in the upper right corner. “I’m making notes about questions to ask her, before she and I meet back up to talk about the ca

"Now that I think about it, I have just what you need, actually." Jenny stepped from behind the counter and walked to the bookshelves lining the inside of the store. She climbed a wooden ladder, propped against it and took out a small booklet from the box on the highest spot It looked worn out and very dated. She descended the steps and returned, setting the book on the countertop. It was frayed on the edges, and the cover was made of brown leather. She flipped open to a specific page, and on the top of the chapter was a hand-drawn copy of the sigil for the Predators.

We sat there and drank our drinks slowly before getting up and heading to Miniso. I was checking out purses while Ayo was trying out all the sunshades they had. He pouted to the mirror and posed as he switched shades. When he was halfway done, he just picked out two different black ones and came over to me with a leather journal in his hand. “Here,” he placed the mint green journal in my shopping basket. “I didn’t know that they made these.” I said while browsing through the different sets of earphones I found. “Thanks. How’d you even know that I wanted one?”

It was as if the world outside had disappeared in a blanket of ink. Her body felt heavy, and she decided to sit on the bed. It was pretty soft, and it was nothing like she'd ever been on. She opened the drawer and saw a small, leatherbound journal with the name Dorothy Stein on it. Carefully, she opened the peeling leather covers and read the first entry, which was miraculously legible.