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Stealing of my work/any idea or portion of the book may result to severe punishment to whoever who plagiarizes as it is a serious crime and won't be excused. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. ______ Book #1 Marked by the bully Book #2 Protected by the bully Having fallen for his best friend's mate, Zander's finding it difficult to keep up with his promises as a best friend. It is hard to draw her out of his head. Everything about her has attracted him.

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

Aesthelia stated with seriousness, she is determined to know. Flo started telling Aesthelia basic information about the guy. Apparently, the guy was a werewolf merchant who travelled from places to places. He was detained for the purpose of spreading false information and selling an odd book, a quite ridiculous story that made one wolf file for cases. "An odd book, you say?" Aesthelia repeated the words that caught her attention. An odd book? Just the sound of it made Aesthelia think it was important information. "Based on the rumors, it was a ridiculous novel-the truth is, it was vague about whether it was fiction or non-fiction. " Flo mumbled with no certainty. He's spouting everything he

Hoping that one day I'll have someone to cherish and love. Moving swiftly to where my book collection was, I picked one that was titled, 'Perfect Chemistry' by Simone Elkeles. The love story of Brittany Ellis and Alex Fuentes is so beautiful. Two people from two different worlds falling in love has to be the most endearing sight ever. Maybe one day I might experience such love, until then I need to pack up these books before Natalie gets here. Putting all the books in a box, I checked the time on my phone and it was past 4 pm. I decided to wash up before she got here.

“That’s very Slaughterhouse-Five of you.” For those who don’t know, Slaughterhouse-Five is probably the most famous book by Kurt Vonnegut. Although it’s an anti-war story about the firebombing of Dresden during World War II, it’s also a science fiction novel. Among other insane plot points, the main character and a woman he’s never met get abducted by aliens and put in a zoo on the aliens’ home planet, where the extraterrestrials watch them exactly like humans would watch a pair of chimpanzees in a cage here on Earth.

After he left, I made the decision that in order to prove my innocence, I needed to identify that mystery individual who gave me the envelope, which Aaron despises and believes I am the betrayer who perpetrated the information leak fraud. But where do I begin? I have no idea who that man was or how he gave me the package. Plus, Aaron wouldn't let me leave the house. What am I going to do now? I groaned and walked over to the library. To relieve my overworked head, I'm going to read some fiction literature. Well, one of Aaron's mansion's most attractive features is its library. Rows upon rows of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, color-coded with dots, fiction section sor

“I can’t even imagine how many books are in here.” “Too many,” Leo replied with a faint chuckle. “Most of them are just for show. But there are a few I actually read.” “Let me guess,” Chloe teased. “Crime novels? Or maybe biographies of great leaders?” “Guilty,” he admitted in a warm voice. “And you?” “I always loved fiction,” she said, a wistful note creeping into her voice. “Fantasy, mostly. Stories about impossible worlds, where anything could happen.” “Maybe one day, you’ll pick one off the shelves here,” Leo said gently. “Who knows? You might find a new favourite.”

His books were mostly nonfiction and finance books. As Sierra heard the water in the shower, it was a signal for her that Alek was already inside and waiting for her. Every inch of her skin was filled with excitement. The butterflies on her stomach couldn't stay still. But as she was ready to take off her clothes, there was something that caught her attention. In his sea of books, there was something different. It has a fantasy-like cover. The vintage appearance made it blend in among the rest. Yet, the vines on the corner were unusual. There was no discoloration on the edges though it seemed old. Something new pretending to be old.

Some of them read multiple times judging by the cracking of the binding. History. Military strategy. Economics. Law. Psychology. Philosophy. One entire shelf of biographies of powerful men across different centuries and continents. And then something that surprised me. Fiction. A whole section of it tucked into the far corner like something private. Novels. Some of them old enough that the titles had faded. I pulled one out carefully. A Russian novel. Thick. Dense. The kind of book that required patience and silence and the willingness to sit inside discomfort for extended periods.

She wished she could believe that. "Seems to be some general split between fiction and nonfiction," he announced from the other side of the big room. "Fiction's on that side, everything else is over here. I've found sections on botany, biographies and archaeology so far, so I guess it's more or less alphabetical. Let's see what we can find in M for magic." Get to work, girl! Shelby started opening desk drawers. Bottles of ink, quill pens and stacks of paper. No big surprise.