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Master Alejandro questioned suddenly out of nowhere with his deep husky tipsy tone while tilting his head a little to the right, still staring at his woman who still had her eyes down on her book, silently for few minutes. Captivated by the looks, she made the book her choose without having any idea what was it. Looking decent the book was said to be the best seller of 1930s, that's all she knew. Madam Genelia heard many famous mentions about it but never she got the chance to read it before, hence discovering it here in the library she grabbed it without any second thought. "Royal Bones are Holy Sinners." Madam Genelia was still having her eyes down on the book while she replied blankly to

He was very mysterious about everything. A glance at his low word count prompted him to stop delaying working on his essay and he opened the first book to scan through the index. His phone buzzed as he was poring through the second book and he noticed it was from Brad. He was coming to the library and wanted to know which floor they were on so he could get a glimpse of Nocturne. Leo texted back to say they were on the second floor and waited. Brad soon walked past their table casually and took a long look at Nocturne. The blond waited for the text back and soon received one stating that he had a very unique looking boyfriend.

Eliza had told her no one uses it anyway and might be a little dusty. After asking Rosa, soon Lola was standing in it. The library was all floor-to-ceiling shelves of mothballed mahogany. Lola curled in a wingback chair, a biography of Pancho Villa cracked open but unread. A click sound and then footsteps. Lola knew who it would be and didn’t bother to look up. “You’re in my seat.” “Your name’s not on it.” He prowled closer, snatching the book. “‘Revolutionary Tactics.’ Cute.”

I return to the palace, after tiring myself in my forays into these new lands. Jafar informs me where the library is and that there is a plethora of old books, classics of English literature, French and I find Gabriela’s Clove and Cinnamon version in English, besides Captains of Sand and Tereza Batista, all of Jorge Amado, apparently we have a lover of Brazilian literature here in Bahrain. I take a volume of “Grandes sertões veredas” and decide to re-read, writers like Jorge Amado, João Ubaldo Ribeiro, Guimarães Rosa are never too much, it is always a new pleasure to rediscover them.

"Listen to me, Natalie. She doesn't mean a single thing to me." "Of course, she doesn't," I respond and my voice breaks. "Well, neither do you mean anything to me," I say, and reach for the car door. "Also, don't try to tell me who I can or cannot see anymore. You have lost that right." I say and get in. Right on cue, Baldwin gets into the car as well, and drives off, leaving Brandon standing there.

The world had turned the Whitlocks into front-page tragedy — the billionaire scandal, the explosion, the betrayal. And me — the jilted bride turned femme fatale. I waited until the cameras turned elsewhere, then slipped through the side path Damien had once shown me — a narrow trail that led to the service wing. Inside, the mansion was eerily quiet. The faint smell of smoke lingered in the air, mixed with the sterile tang of cleaning chemicals. Every portrait, every marble column, every glimmering chandelier felt like it was watching me. I moved quickly — through the study, the library, the wine cellar. Nothing.

he said. I looked out the window. “There’s a bookshop,” I said. “Two streets from the market. So small you have to turn sideways in the aisles. I bought two books I didn’t need.” “What kind.” “One about a woman who builds boats. One about a city that doesn’t exist.” He made a sound that was almost a laugh. “Of course.” “Of course what.” “You’d find the one bookshop,” he said. “In the whole city. First month.”

Bryan declared as the car came to a halt, and he opened the door. "Don't come with me, I'll be fine," I ushered him back when he wanted to go with me. As I stepped into the boutique, my mind raced and my breath caught in my throat. 'Didn't I tell Bryan to take me to a classic one? This was beyond classic.' As I pushed the door open, my eyes widened in shock, a feeling of awe washed over me. I had never seen such extravagance before. The boutique shone before my eyes, like a gemstone. It's sleek glass reflecting the vibrant hues of designer gowns and lots of sparkling jewelries. The scale of wealth on display made me feel like I was on another planet.