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Knowing Zeke- who observed anything and everything- he was probably telling the truth. “The Book isn't of much use,” I groaned, squinting down to read the characters again. “What does it say?” He asked, looking past my shoulder, down at the Book. “It says: Out of compassion, the Controller can save lives.” The Book closed itself once the last words left my lips. “That’s well…confusing. I think it's trying to tell you something.” Zeke said. I sighed exasperatedly. “Of course, I know. But what's it trying to tell me?”

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

“Kodak recommended it to every werewolf in our kingdom group. Kept blabbing about it, so I decided to know what the piece of garbage was all about.” “You have to read it,” Zeda got to her feet, ready to head to the kitchen and wrap up her cleaning. “No, I don’t.” “Yes, you do,” Zeda pointed at him. “One: my effort and time wouldn’t go to waste because you’re a lazy dumbass. Two: a good leader is a good reader.” “Wow, that’s motivating,” Torvin clapped once, sarcastically. Zeda shook her head and walked to the kitchen then her eyes widened in surprise.

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 turn to him, hoping he would burst out laughing at any second, and tell me it’s the biggest and most elaborate joke ever conceived. “It’s true. All of it.” Zaine’s face is as grey as the wolf who glistens in his eyes. “I have the book. My father found it decades ago and has told me stories of The Seven ever since I was a boy. I didn’t know they were true until recently. One night I was unable to sleep, so I went to my father’s library and a sudden clarity overtook me. I walked straight over to his desk. When I leaned over it and felt along the engraving my finger seemed to sink into the wood. There was a button I hadn’t noticed before. When I pushed it, there was a heavy thud at my feet an

Leo stopped his motorcycle at a sufficient distance from the car, then began to sneak towards the house that Leo believed must be Zade's place. Meanwhile, inside the house, Zade looked at the food tray he had brought earlier still intact on the bedside table. Then, his gaze fell on Alana, who was now fast asleep. Zade then bent his knees and looked at Alana's face, which looked peaceful, making Zade pull the corner of his lips just by looking at the face of the woman he admired so much, who was very close to him and might soon be his, Zade thought.

I could see Zade out of the corner of my eye, and he was seething. Carl leaned in again, his voice brushing my ear, and I noticed, like really noticed, the way Zade's muscles flexed beneath his shirt. They looked… good, like really good. Maybe he’d been working out more in the gym. Maybe instead of sex for exercise, he was actually exercising now. That thought made me giggle again. When Zade said my name and asked me to stand and give my part of the presentation, I exhaled and leaned back slightly. “Carl,” I murmured, “we’ll get back to this conversation in a few minutes, okay? But the robotics project sounds interesting. I’m looking forward to it.”

the first girl says, folding her arms against her chest. " Let me introduce ourself. I'm Zissa. She's jade. For information, our name won't be as old as hell." Zissa said, trying to be friendly. " Who cares? You burnt the book. Do you know how much time I spent to translate it? How dare you..." Kassidy spoke fiercely, taking steps towards them. " Iam not here to have a problem. We just destroyed the book because we are bored. It was fun." Jade said, stepping back.

It was stained with a dried, dark ink—the exact same silver-black ink from the basement footprints we had seen before. I reached out and pulled the notebook from the recess. The moment my fingers touched the leather, the burning in my chest flared violently, a sharp spike of heat rushing through my veins. I gasped, nearly dropping it. "Zara? What is it?" Adrian asked instantly, dropping to one knee next to me, his hand catching my shoulder. His touch was cold and grounding, helping the sudden heat die down. "Nothing," I lied, my breath shaking as I opened the cover. "It's just... cold."