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I doubt I would ever have to bring someone into my bedroom but it never hurts to be prepared. That kind of love sounded like a myth but I knew it was out there for whoever was lucky enough to find it. I had never been lucky and I doubt I would ever be. I picked up pride and prejudice, my all time favorite classic and wondered when and if I would ever find my own Mr. Darcy. Shoving sentiments aside, I opened the large bag I had come with and shoved some of the books in it. I would read them every night and come back for more when I was done with the pile.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

he said with a grin. "I know and I really am interested to read those books again" I kind of wished to reread those antique classics as I remembered them. Now I was starting to feel the thrill of reading such literature. Because the last time, I was so shocked and devastated that I failed to recognize how fascinating the material in the book was. He responded with amazement, "You do?" "Of course. Learning new things and information was really my thing and those old-age books have extra points"

I am aware that he is like looking at my face for a long time and is keep on glancing at me. “Ahmmnn a book entitled Wuthering Heights by Emily Bonte, Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens, and hemmnn Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” I said as I look into the books there. “I see, those are rare books now since they are old and people nowadays don’t like sad and pure narration stories.” Henry said and I just nod. Henry is now helping me through the pile of books. It was almost 30 minutes yet we haven’t found one of the 3 books.

Lord of the Rings War and Peace Frankenstein The Great Gatsby My feet halted near the Classics section. I could sense the heat of his gaze on my back. He was observing what book I would choose. ‘Paradise Lost!’ My hand itched, and I took it out. I had read a part of it but never got to complete it. Maybe I should. I was literally living with a devil, so why not read about one too. The iconic cover had gold text clashing with a red background like heaven's light scorching through hell's flames. A visual war portraying the epic poem's cosmic stakes.

I smiled, “Of course. Help yourself.” She looked at the large selection and asked, “I would love to read, Little Women. Is that okay?” I smiled, “Of course. That one is a classic in the human world. It is really good.” She sat in the corner of the sectional and stretched out on the short end while I sat at my desk and started entering receipts. When Isaac came back with a cardboard carton of food, he had another filled with a variety of cakes and cookies, “They aren’t as good as my mate’s homemade treats, but they are delicious.”

Dane circled the table and I giggled, ducking out of his reach and spinning around his back before shooting for Xavier again. I managed to read the paper in that time, stopping as my heart melted. List of Rosie. Classic books - including extentions and continuations Dracula, Brothers Grimm, Frankenstein, Alice series. Glass case for her originals. Cooking books - Bug Xav. Fairytales and romance novels - ask Mums - maybe Theo. Expand for sunroom for Rosie and kids.

"What drew you towards it?" "Well, I used to read a lot as a child. It was kind of my escape from reality a lot of the time. As I got older, I guess I never really grew out of it,” I mused. “I was especially drawn towards the classics. Something about the romance of them always swept me away.” "Actually, speaking of that, do you mind if I ask you a question? It’s something I’ve always been a little curious about, honestly." "What's that, Sir?"