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I ran and went home, closed my door and fell onto my bed. My face felt hot from all the blush that took over my freckled cheeks. Tomorrow is a big day. It’s my birthday as well as Asher's and never before has he ever given me a gift. Maybe I should do the same. I thought about anything I could get my hands on. And I decided on a book I had in my room. The reviews said it’s the perfect book for alphas. I bought it so I could try and help Asher with his problems and slight nervousness about becoming alpha soon.

I stated, but Chastity waved me off. “My money, my choice. Lets go.” Chastity said as she drug me out of the house. We walked to the hobby shop chatting about mundane things. She laughed at me as I spent a good amount of time just looking over every Captain America item the hobby shop carried. Eventually she snatched the two things I was deciding between, and bought me both, even though I objected. Next we went to the book store. I did end up getting the newest book by my favorite author. After I talked Chastity into picking up the first book in a series she was interested in.

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“I’ll write back.” I buy a small paperback on the way out because I want to put money into a place that gave me my breath back for an hour. The cashier gives me a free bookmark that says, You are already the story. I want to cry again. I don't. I put it in the book like a secret.

Just the smell of old paper and ink. I started reading, just to see if the first chapter was actually as good as the reviews said. By 1:00 AM, I was halfway through the second chapter. I hated that the book was good. I hated that it was exactly what I wanted. But mostly, I hated that Cain knew me well enough to know that I wouldn't be able to turn it down. He hadn't bought me flowers or something stupid and cliché. He had bought me knowledge. He had bought me a tool.

God, the books. I'd already used my employee discount twice. Once on a new romantasy release that had been all over BookTok. Once on a dark mafia romance that promised morally gray antiheroes and enemies-to-lovers tension. The irony wasn't lost on me. Tuesday night, I actually slept through the night for the first time in weeks. No nightmares. No waking up at three a.m. with anxiety clawing at my chest. Progress. Small, fragile progress, but progress nonetheless. Wednesday morning, I woke up almost... not happy, but lighter. Like the weight in my chest had shifted slightly, become more bearable.

Sometimes, I notice that I'm also becoming a little stupid without realizing it. "Ah, because I read a story in a book. This is how the story is described." I just answered him. I'm not lying because Breaking Dawn is a book, it was made into a show. I had a book that I bought at the book sale because the new one was too expensive so I bought it secondhand. It's still the same, and there's no difference. The only difference is that the ones in Fully Book and NBS are set with a case. "Tell me about this story." He looked at me as if he was interested in the story I read. I didn't blink at him because he was behind me so I wasn't sure of his expression. Whether it's smiling or still blank.

Sara POV "We are interested in buying your book for ten thousand dollars." The notification tone on my phone woke me up. Thank you, God. If they had refused my request, I dont know from where i could arrange such a large sum of money. However, why did they consent to give me such a high payment for my book? Perhaps my book was performing well on their platform, generating a substantial profit for them. My instinct told me not to give this decision any further thought. I am glad that I can help Neil now.

I frowned, “Alright, thanks.” Making my way to the library, I went to the nonfiction area and began my search. If I could find what I was looking for here, then I'd be happy. I pulled one book out and glanced at it. It read, ‘Politics’, it wasn't what I wanted so I dropped it back. I pulled another one out and was about how to buy your time, authored by Dan Martell.