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One rainy afternoon, Amelia misplaced her journal at the library. It had been a long day — essays due, caffeine crashing, umbrella snapped in the wind. She searched everywhere, frantic. But before panic could bloom fully, someone cleared their throat behind her. Micah. He held the journal out like it was sacred. “I saw it under the table. Thought it might be yours.” She took it. “Thanks… Micah, right?” The moment she said his name, something beamed in his eyes. Not surprise. Not joy. Something deeper. Like hunger.

There was absolutely nothing for me here. Next stop, was his bookshelf. As a book lover, he could have hidden something valuable in here. Or maybe Noah had turned the table into a bookshelf. It was weird but I couldn't rule it past Noah. Taking a peek at the pockets of my dress, I stole a glance at the papers again. I looked back to the bookshelf and disappointment filled my veins. The drawing of the table was filled with designs, while this bookshelf was as bare as an empty field that had just seen the worst drought in the land.

The table was completely bare, just empty space where the stacks used to be, a few scattered bookmarks, and the soft scuff marks from bags being pulled across the surface. Other authors had made sales too. I could see it when I glanced around, some books missing from their displays, a few happy customers walking away with paper bags. But it wasn’t even close. Their tables still had neat rows of stock. Mine looked like it had been raided. I couldn’t stop smiling.

A handful of students dotted the tables, their heads bent over notebooks, the atmosphere hushed and fragile as if even breathing too loudly might shatter it. They settled into a corner table near the back, close enough to the shelves to pull what they needed without walking across the room. Kevin dropped a thick text onto the table, the kind of book with yellowed edges and a title embossed in faded gold. “Ready?” he asked, pulling out a notebook. “As I’ll ever be,” Alicia muttered, flipping the book open.

she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs. "Do you have it reserved already?" I ask hoping that was the case so I can grab one that's near the check stand of all the reserved books for their customers. I was starting to feel self-conscious of myself as I caught the woman still looking but shook it off as I had to work. "Yes it's under the name of Kennedy smith” she replies. I nodded and looked up the name, once got to the checkout stand, finding it rather quickly then did the whole check out process for reserved books before putting in a bag for her.

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Maybe our connection wasn’t meant to be, so no matter how we were brought together we still didn’t end up together. A few moments later, I’d found the books I wanted to buy. I placed them in my arms, then walked over to Kevin, who was sitting on the reading sofa. This bookstore has a tiny reading room with only two reading sofas separated by a small round table. A reading lamp stands beside each sofa. On the table sits a small flowerpot serving as decoration. The reading room floor is carpeted, and next to my sofa are two vending machines.

Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia. click now for the preview Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;

At the centre of the room was a dark gem table shining like a mirror. Resting on top were crystal ink bottles standing beside a sharp silver pen and a thick leather book sealed with red wax. Behind the table was my tall chair carved out from bones. Small wolf skulls rested on the armrests, symbolizing authority. I moved towards the corner where clean shelves made from rare stones and gold stood firmly. I scanned through them until my eyes landed on the book I was looking for. The Red Ledger was dark red in color, with iron edges and a wolf sigil stamped on the cover. It was a customized book of mine, used only to record the taxes, debts, and punishments of the pack members.

STATS OF SENAN: STRENGTH: 35 HP Power: 51 HP Intelligent: Max level 100 HP Agility: 85 HP The leader of Black Eyes were named Lex. Lex receive a message while he was on the transaction of Drugs. When he open the bags of drugs he saw the message of Mother Tree and only Lex can read that message. When he read the message Lex immediately killed the person he made transaction with just a few minutes and after that Lex left. STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP