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I want to ask you a question to help me give this book the best ending that it deserves. Is there anything I haven't added to this story that you think I should add? Or Is there something I mentioned that deserves to be discussed more on? Your responses will be one of the best thing to happen to me. Thank you so much.

Neha-Dhruv 2. Your favorite seen in the book? 3. Please tell me If you related to the story somewhere? 4. What you don't like in the story? 5. Please do tell me how's the update.

He later came back to my class before the end of that day and asked for me, we had a chat outside then he asks me at first, Hey Thomas, how do you know this book has book three? I replied him, that I just know that as the content of the books shows that it has a book three. I realized at the aftermath that he ha also read the book as he never thought the book would have book three, but through my spirit of inquisitiveness, I could know the book has it so. He had to make a call with those that sell such book and there they told him the book has book three.

He asked his tone firm but curious. I sighed, feeling frustrated. "Why are you asking me so many questions? Can't you just believe me?" I threw my hands up in exasperation, my eyes filling up with tears. Bryan's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "If you're not ready to answer my questions, then you should forget about the book." His voice threatening.

He opens the green notebook. He has, as promised, fourteen questions. He asks them in the order he has written them not mechanically, with the specific attention of someone who has thought about the sequence and arranged it to build understanding progressively. Irina answers each one fully, without shortening, without performing patience. She treats the questions with the respect that good questions deserve from someone who has been waiting to answer them for a very long time. At question seven he asks: "Did you love him?" The table goes slightly quiet.

He replied. I nodded, walking between two shelves. He stood where he was, watching me. It wasn't awkward, just slightly weird. I took out a random book and flipped through the pages. It was a book about the history of the pack. I quirked my brows at it. Maybe there would be something interesting here. "Do you like books?" George suddenly asked. I looked up to see him leaning against one of the shelves looking at me. "Huh?" I asked. "Books. Do you like that book?" He jutted his chin at what I was holding.

Zelle suddenly turned to him and asked blatantly. Zach was taken aback by the question and tried to respond even though he felt flushed in the autumn season, as if it were summer. "T- that's---" How could he say it was p*rnography and not for kids! Although he himself is a kid, he knew what that was as he learned it from school and his friends, but what about Zelle? "Where did you get that book?" "I want this. Can you do this to me?" Zelle ignored his questions and asked with curiosity in her mind but without expression.

I lick my bottom lip unconsciously, darting towards her until there's no space left. "I dare you, Cam." I replay, ducking my head low enough to reach her left ear. Her breathing seizes and there's enough heat radiating off her skin to melt mine. "I should get going. It's late." She blurts, turning her head towards me. Massive mistake. "You haven't answered all of my questions. Let's start with number one. Anything else you want aside from the book?" Her gaze levers from the book in her hand to my features, back to the book, and then it drops to the ground. "No."

He replied as he continued to look around. “And what is that book about?” I wondered why he was persistently still searching when he already figured out what was taken. “It’s a book about the history of our kinds, but now I’m beginning to doubt if that’s what the book is all about.” He said without glancing at me. “Then why are you still searching?” I finally asked. “Because that book wasn’t the only thing they came for?” He said, finally looking me in the eye. I could tell he was getting impatient with my questions, but I was determined to know everything he knew.

“I am asking you who are you and what are you doing in my room Because if you wouldn't answer me I will make you answer forcibly by calling all my guards” “You haven't seen I'm an intruder and I am looking for something Don't worry I am not a thief” “Okay, whatever Are you a cop or what?” “I didn't have time to answer your question. But if I was a cop And if I ask you If you saw a white book in this house Are you going to answer me ” “This house has a lot of books what particularly the book that you're looking for,” The little girl asked innocently “It's not a book because it doesn't have any story about anything It's just like a list of things that your family would Be doing for the rest o