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--- Then— before stepping back— he reached into his bag. Pulled something out. Handed it over. She looked down. Book. The bookstore. She looked up. He looked away. Then said— “You said you wanted it.” She stared. “When?” He shrugged. “Different times.” She laughed immediately. He smiled. Then added— “You talk once and assume people forget.” She looked at him. Then smiled. --- He started walking. Then stopped. Turned back. And said— “Oh.” She looked up.

More, and more. End of Book 1

Good book. Is this all, getting in a good book? Then I would love to be in his bad book for my life. Good book my ass...! *************

But thanks to my reading of books, I understood some terms. “Bé same”, I say not even realizing when the words came out of my mouth. The two words that meant ‘kiss me’ in Spanish. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life.” A/N If you like this chapter please consider giving it a review. Thanks!!

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

this words were little but it sent heavy shivers down my spine. "Here we go, we have to find what's wrong with you? And secondly whatever is wrong with you would have to flushed out with this or burned out, which do you choose?"She explained as she had her eyes on the book that she was reading, I was a bit skeptical about the two methods she was going to use. "I don't know what's inside here so I agree to the fact that you're going to burn it out" I uttered having had enough liquid for the day.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

I want to thank you all for reading my book and adding to library. Please endeavor to unlock exciting new chapters. I am open to criticism 💞 Much love The Author

Entire paragraphs written like someone had lived through days and nights with this book as their only company. On the edge of one page, someone had scribbled in large bold letters: NOTE TO SELF: NEVER SUMMON A BONE SERPENT IN THE BATHHOUSE. CLEAN-UP TAKES HOURS. A laugh almost slipped out, but I swallowed it. This wasn’t just a spellbook. It was personal. I turned to the back, where one of the later pages was blank except for a single phrase written in looping script: If you’re reading this, don’t trust the quiet forests.

No, I shouldn’t be thinking about this now, and I definitely shouldn’t ask Akio here in front of Bibah unless I want to rouse both their suspicion and tease. I blink a few times and will myself to return to the present. Akio points to Bibah’s pile of books with a finger coated in powdered sugar. “So, which white dead straight cis-male author are you filleting this week?” I pause with a red velvet cupcake halfway to my mouth, my eyebrows pinching, a little creeped out this time. “Why is everyone using that word?” Two can be a coincidence, but three is a little suspicious. “Filleting?” Akio asks with his mouth still full, shrugging when I nod yes. “It’s the universe harmonizing with itself.”