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While I was walking to my table, where I had left my bag, I used my hand to brush the dust off the book. The people around me glanced at me because of what had happened a while ago. I chose to ignore their stares and sat down in the chair, facing the wall next to the table. The moment I set the book down on the table, I felt an unexpected surge of interest well up inside of me. I opened the book and noticed that all of the pages were brown. This book seemed to have been written centuries ago. I gulped when I saw what was written on the first page of the book. I shivered when I read it in a low voice. "The Myth of Alpha's Rejection.”

That book is something else. Ohh lest I forget, I went back to drop the book and get another one’s. This time around, I focused on billionaire romance. I read one there, it made me so horny. I had to masturbate to it but I made sure to check for cameras; hidden one's especially. I borrowed twenty of them and ran to my room just like the other times. I am on the 6th book now titled A NOT SO CUTE MEET. The author is good.

Nicholas insisted on tidying up, brushing off my offer to help. He was just simply stubborn. So, I decided to roam around as he cleaned up our little mess. It is also to make the food go down. I wandered among the shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of the books. The piles of books are fascinating since they all look classic and just ancient. While looking, my gaze landed on one of the books where a piece of paper slipped out. I grabbed the book, saw the title as Forbidden Devotion, and found a nearby table. Perched on the edge of the table, I eagerly flipped through the pages. But instead of a story, I stumbled upon a stash of folded papers nestled within the book's pages.

The news filled me with cautious hope. I went back to the ward, kissed Mum goodbye, and promised I’d return tomorrow. She protested as usual, but it was futile. I would be here — no matter what. On my way back, I spotted a small roadside thrift book stall. The colorful covers drew me in. As I browsed through the shelves, bumping gently into other customers, a green book caught my eye. The cover was filled with beautiful pastries. Bake Like a Pro: A Beginner’s Guide to Making Homemade Specials. I flipped through the pages, scanning the headings. It looked solid. I counted a few bucks and handed them to the old trader.

That scene made me smiled bitterly, I miss the times where don’t have any problems, where father always buy me books, sing for me every night, and read books loudly. I’m at the end of the book when I noticed something, scribbles of letters and words are visible in the last page, I got up and find a pen and a paper, I sat down and flip the pages until I reach the first page, I can’t believe it there are scribbles write down the key words in every pages, hoping that it might help me building my life. The key words that I got are “Book #1- birthday, Photo Album #6- highlighted me, Book #7- Look closely, Photo- the answer to all your doubts” my head hurts reading these clues a lot of books have

"I found just the thing! Come look at this. One of the worst stories of our past." I got up and curiously walked over to where he was standing next to the shelf he had previously plucked the other books from. His finger was pointing to one book in particular, so I leaned in to get a closer look at the words scratched into the binding. My heart began to beat harder, and my breath caught in my chest. All thoughts of anger and irritation were gone as excitement and intrigue took their place. I reached forward and gripped the book, pulling it free to look at the cover that held the same words.

“Here. Read.” I took the book, running my fingers over the cover. I wasn’t a bad reader, I even liked books, but there wasn’t a shred of me eager to read anything right now. He must have noticed my reluctance, because he insisted, dropping a motivating spoiler that the answers I was looking for were all inside that book. I didn’t believe it, but I tucked the book under my arm. I left with my heart beating faster than it should. An uncomfortable sensation sat in my stomach. Like I was surrounded by a giant puzzle, but the pieces had been glued together the wrong way.

I'm trying so hard to conceal it even though baby is really growing. I gently sat on the bed near the bedside table. I turn the lamp on before grabbing the book to read it again. So far, this is my favorite from all the books I managed to finish for six months. I recklessly murmured a cuss to myself after I found out that the bookmark is no longer with the book. "You really have such a bad mouth. You need to clean that mouth of yours, baby." My body stills. Is my mind trying to play with me?

I had a strong desire to read something from that library but as I scrolled my fingers through the books nothing caught my eye. That was until I got to the third shelf of the second bookcase. As I scrolled my hands through the book like I had been doing for the past couple of minutes, one pinched me. I traced my fingers back and glared at the guilty book. It had a black monster claw bookmark. It was brighter than all the other books in the case. I realized that it was the reason I came all the way to the library. I picked the heavy book and dropped it on a nearby table, dusting its surface. It hadn't been touched in a while because it looked brand new though very dusty.