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He quietly speaks so as not to disturb my line of concentration. The further I walk down the line of shelving the older the books become and the deeper the vibration and thrum become. It echoes through me and my skin prickles with goosebumps. Like a siren's silent song, I hear the whispers of ancient words. “Do you hear it?” I ask Crimson. “I hear it,” and I just catch the frown that covers his expression when the beat of the thrum turns to whispers and then becomes clearer. I stop when the voices are the loudest. Reaching up I pluck a book from the shelf. But the book is plain and when I open the pages, they are blank. The voices still whisper words I don’t understand.

He opened the book. "...math sounds less stressful than your life."

I should just let things be. A soft, giggling sound broke through my thoughts. I looked up to see Apollo sitting cross-legged on the rug, an audio picture book open in front of him. He was pressing the buttons on the side, making the book read out loud in a cheerful voice. “Sun!” the book announced. “The sun is bright in the sky!” Apollo clapped his little hands. “Sun!” he repeated, although his pronunciation was off. I forced a small smile. “That’s right, Apollo. Sun.”

“That’s not your voice.” “It’s not,” she whispered. “But it’s louder than mine.” Suddenly, the veins across her arms pulsed with a deep red glow, and her back arched once more. This time, she let out a sound that wasn’t a scream—but a growl. Low. Guttural. Almost animal. And the books on the shelves around us began to tremble. One by one, they fell to the ground. The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred.

He knew for sure there was some other kind of metal and sharp object embedded into the ground surrounding the small hole where his paw landed in. “Damn it, it hurts,” Kinsely’s wolf growled and whimpered again. The four scents were back together and Kinselt smelled them getting very close to him. "Well, well, well. It's not a deer, we trapped!" The tallest one said. Kinsley thought that if this boy was going to be the beta of Silver Pack, he’d be better off a run away. The pack had no future with this jerk around. "It's little miss deafie,” the second boy added.

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

However, the sounds coming through the speaker had to be considered illegal. That was the future werewolf king at the peak of desire. His low growls mixed with static were tempting me over and over again. My legs went weak. “Open your mouth… take it,” he ordered. My face burned, and my gaze drifted against my will to the sausage in my hand. “Mm…” I bit down. Juice burst out with a wet, unmistakably suggestive sound. The breathing on the other end stopped. Sarek’s voice dropped even lower. “Baby, what are you eating? That sounds… wet.”

“Since when did you become a paparazzi?” “Cut the crap, bro. Are you thinking about the same girl Bryan told me?” She squinted her eyes, “don’t bother lying because I’ve had enough of your foolish smiles.” I scoffed and pick some of Ayle’s books randomly. What is this? How to master cooking in ten days? 101 simple receipts for breakfast! Cooking hacks: Never fails in a new receipt “Are you planning to burn our house again?” Ayle snatched those books from my hand, not before smacking the three of them on my head. “I’m tired of you feeding me shits. Girliegotta know how to cook.”

… … … It's all a jumbled mess. A jumbled mess of sounds, all from different people... "-A̵k̷a̴.̵" "B̵o̶o̵k̷w̶o̸r̸m̷-" ...All of them feel so familiar, but I can't think of where I've heard all of these voices...

Another thing is that normal school textbooks can only be opened manually but this book opens by itself immediately after you're done reading a page, and the page you've just read will go blank if it was read by another person except for the owner of the book. "Oh?" the man could be seen surprised. "That lad is here, Ha-ha… This kid would be surprised today, Hehe. I can't wait to see the expression on his face," the man laughed strangely, humming some strange songs. It could cause a disaster for the music industry if what he was humming is a song. 'Thud, thud, thud' Footsteps could be heard coming from the other side of the room. One was steady and light while the other was unsteady and roug