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Or Marketing demand? I bit my lower lip, and scanned the books as well. ‘‘Uhmm… The first one. The Price strategy…’’ I found it hard to choose the options in front of me. ‘‘I need one that delves deeper into the details of the case study...’’ Julian gave a slight nod and quickly selected a book from the shelf without giving it any further consideration. ‘‘I would say that this one is pretty good. You might want to try this...’’

When I look up again, I see my bookshelf. I stand up and walk over to it, glancing at the books I still need to read. I remember the nursery rhyme used as a way to choose something, so I do the same. “Ambarabà ciccì cocco, how much bad luck I have!” I begin, moving my finger between the books. Then I stop and reflect on the words I just said. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how the rhyme starts…” I mumble. I close my eyes and touch the books randomly until I stop my hand. I open my eyes and look at the book I’ll read: Lontano da te by Jennifer L. Armentrout.

I was in the library as usual reading a book I picked from the shelf when the door suddenly opened. The devil was back! He looked at me with a smirk on his face. “Nice choice of book for someone as innocent as you”. The book was about murder. A mystery novel to help keep my mind occupied rather than dwelling on my problems. I liked romance as much as the next girl but needed something darker and more compelling. Something more relatable to the state of my life.

I arrive and see that it's almost closing, I don't waste time and go in looking in detail at each book there. I don't know how to choose books, to tell you the truth I don't even like them and I've never imagined myself in a bookstore, but if my female likes it, my duty is to buy them even at the bookstore if that's what she wants. I choose a few romances and dramas, types of books I've seen my partner read many times and is likely to enjoy. In all, there were six books that with great difficulty I managed to choose, I ask the girl who works there to wrap them with the gift papers I brought and put the ribbons and bows too.

Jp and I were just a friend not commitment, no label but we have feelings for each other. He told it. I closed my phone. I focused listening to them specially to Amira's. Krisha's POV I put my hat on and leisurely stroll my step inside the mall straightly to the bookstore. There were a lot of books to choose and all was great judging its cover. I went from different categories and all captured my attention. I was struggling in what to choose among them all were infact they all are interesting. " Struggling? " I turn my head to see Zeke standing right beside me.

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I wanted to read, to do something that reminded me of normalcy. I looked at my growing shelf of books and decided to pick Pride and Prejudice. It was one of my favorite books as I was a sucker for romance novels. I flipped to the first page and began. "It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

Everyone is shocked to the core right now and I’m still shaken up from the previous conversation I don’t want more of this. “I wish it was but it’s not,” said “Luna” I don’t know what to call her except for that, “the goddess” will be too weird. And closed her eyes, muttering something under her breath, suddenly a book appeared from thin air on the table. “You don’t have to believe me just listen to what I tell you carefully,” she said with an urgency in her voice, opening her eyes. We don’t care who she is at the moment if we get our answers so all of us gathered around her without any second thoughts.

"How Not To Get Chosen," Belladonna mumbled to herself in her silvery voice, her blue eyes on the cover of the thin black book she had just picked. It was fairly covered in dust, making the letters on it a little unreadable. She went down the ladder, then blew the dust off the book which made her cough lightly. "By Moria Nakuriver," She mumbled the name of the author to herself and instantly shook her head. This book would be of no help because the author actually ended up being chosen as a bride.

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