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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.

I reply with tears strolling down my cheeks. " Artic, please don't cry! I promise we will figure it out soon," He tells me. " You weren't able to find anything out of this one either huh?" Shawn asks, picking up the book about vampires and their mates, flicking through the pages. I go to respond to his question about the book he's holding. When his breathing becomes ragged, clutching the book in his grasp, looking at me then back at the pages, before he drops the book on the floor.

“I would presume what you’re searching for would be there too,” “I thought as much but it was worth looking,” he said frowning as he scanned the shelf above her head as he walked a few steps away from her scanning the titles as he did so, with an entire foot difference in height between them he towered above her with ease. “Hmm,” she agreed, frowning as her eyes fell on a book with a battered deep blue binding, there was nothing special about the book, the words ‘Deep within the Mind’ written in faded gold bold italics. What had caught her attention was this book looked far less dusty.

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

I ask Gabriel slowly. "Lyka, I guess the books you've read haven't really done a job, have they?" Gabriel mocks. We are back to that, I thought the library contained everything I need to know. I guess am wrong there. "For a person who is a future alpha, you are far too green." "And whose fault is that? I am sure Jacob made it clear that you have to teach me so quit with that bull shit." I retort snarkily. "I am surprised you can solve a number in calculus and can't figure out some simple things." Thus gets me glaring at him.

This goddamn mansion had been too boring for my taste lately. “He shoved his knee between her… legs, spreading her… open. Fisting her ha… hair…” She blinked rapidly, shifting on her feet. Her breath hitched. I’ve read that book before. It’s a shitty good for nothing honestly. But, fuck. I had to bite back a smirk, but she caught the gleam of amusement in my eyes anyway. Cheeks burned, and glare sharpened. Chest rising and falling a little too fast. “Something wrong, ptichka?”

Then Nick pulls away, and I let out a few moans of frustration. "No..." I moaned, almost coming again. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.

“Doubt keeps you alive.” He reached for a book from the nearest shelf and flipped it open. The pages were blank. “Do you know why my library has no dust?” I shook my head. “Because the books breathe,” he said. “They exhale what others forget.” He offered the book to me. The pages shifted—faint outlines forming, fading, forming again. Names, dates, a line of ink that moved like a pulse: Evelyn Blackthorne arrived under a waning moon. I slammed it shut. “You’re writing my story.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

he said tiredly, “if you would please go and get the third edition of Bozkurt’s Second Introduction to Basic Social Forces Governing Modern Packs from the shelf.” I blinked. Well, that was one of the un-sexiest things I’d ever heard someone say. “Uh. Bozkurt. Right.” Standing, my vision went blurry for a moment, like it sometimes did back at the orphanage when there hadn’t been anything to eat that day. I shook off the grey spots and walked a little shakily to the built-in shelves. Bozkurt, Bozkurt… Vincent alphabetised his own library, because of course he did. I finally spotted the world’s least exciting textbook and shimmied it out from the shelf.