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“You bet. That baby set me back three hundred big ones. Ralin’s not getting anywhere near it—at least not until we know how lethal he is.” The object of their discussion sat at the table across the room, engaged in a rare moment of quiet leafing through a picture book his grandmother had given him. The book was filled with colorful illustrations of magical creatures like dragons and unicorns, as well as wizards and warriors. Looking at the book was one of the few stationary activities capable of holding Ralin’s attention for more than five or ten minutes. Leesa supposed the book provided as good an early education into the world of magic as could be expected for a toddler. Now it was time to

I had to know. I lifted the chair, its legs scraping softly against the floor. It was flimsier than I'd hoped. I maneuvered it to the window, my movements careful and deliberate. I placed one leg on the radiator, testing its stability. It held. I climbed onto the chair, my balance precarious, the empty space of the alleyway yawning below me. The brick was rough against my fingertips as I leaned out, stretching my arm as far as I could. My fingers brushed against the smooth, cool cover of the book. I stretched further, my muscles straining, the chair wobbling precariously beneath me. My fingertips slipped, found purchase, and I managed to hook the book and pull it free.

“Sure. Chapter 6.” Aaron stepped a little closer now, peering at the book. His expression softened into something almost boyish. “Shit, I forgot mine at home this morning. Rush to get here and all. Mind if we share yours? We can sit on that bench over there.” Leon hesitated, weighing the request. Sharing a textbook meant sitting close, pages between them, Aaron’s arm possibly brushing his. But refusing would seem petty. He nodded stiffly. “Fine.”

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

Harold continued from where Wilkes stopped. “So this dude, Wade, looks wild.” “How exactly?” “When I was going to my room, I got in his instead which is directly opposite our and he was smoking. I mean smoking as in smoking cigarette like an expert and didn't stop when he saw me. An average student will because smoking isn't allowed.” Trisha sat up on her seat and listened more attentively. “And our room,” Wilkes said, “is quite isolated from other rooms in the whole building. His happens to be the closest to ours.”

he teased me with a smirk as I immediately stood up ready to spit the fire as Arya grabbed my hand swiftly. "That is enough!" said a voice from behind the freak. Everyone turned to him. A tall guy leaning on the wall, he was very handsome. He'd his hands in his pockets and looked somewhat like a model as he walked towards me, bent down, and picked up the book from under his feet easily. He brushed the dust off it and gave to me. I just glared at him without taking it. Seeing ME motionless Arya took it out from his hand and muttered a thank you. We both made eye contact but he shifted away from me grabbing the hand of Hashim and walking away with the gang following them.

The wall has a depression right under the status, below Jesus' bleeding feet. “Aren't I going to wear the blindfold?” Lex asked. He was calmer now, his eyes was determined. The huge man chuckled. “The mysteries of the world can only be seen through worthy eyes.” Gbenga placed his hand on a niche, Lex stiffened as he watched the whole wall shook before giving way. Gbenga slipped through the opening into the dark, Lex wondered if this would be the last time he'd be seeing light. He followed suit. *** “Yes, boy, what's the problem?” Bob received Byron into his office.

It wasn’t the infuriatingly persistent mate-bond that had my pulse skyrocketing but the fact that the asshole had popped out and scared me. I could feel his playful eyes on my back and was glad I had chosen the faded jeans Leslie suggested; the pair that clung to my wide hips and round bottom. Even if I felt like garbage, confidence was key—or so Leslie said. “Violent little thing—anyway, walking through walls is proven for its efficiency.” He narrowed his own eyes when I turned back around. I toyed with the sharp corners of a leatherbound book on the table, wondering if he could do that little trick with the shadows if I threw this at his head.

Sage’s POV The library was less intimidating than the dining room-which wasn’t saying much, considering it was still the size of my entire apartment. Floor- to-ceiling bookshelves lined three walls, filled with leather-bound volumes that looked older than me. A fireplace crackled softly in the corner, and two oversized leather chairs faced each other near the windows. Kael guided me to one of the chairs and took the other. For a moment, we just sat there in silence.

The way she had leaned in with trembling resolve, reckless in her courage, as if her entire being depended on that single moment. I leaned forward against the cold marble wall, my palms spread wide, the icy bite of stone searing through the heat of the water. My forehead pressed against it, grounding me, anchoring me in something other than the chaos in my head. My breath left me in uneven bursts, fogging the marble in front of me.