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If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

She went through each room and saw Aiya looking angrily at the picture she was holding. "YOU'RE MINE!" Aiya shouted, smiling to herself as she kissed the picture. Agent Zero shook her head when she saw the magazine with Shuji on the cover. Agent Zero had an idea; she blew on the page of the magazine since there was no electric fan around the room. She laughed loudly when she saw Aiya's appearance, her eyes wide open and looking around her. Agent Zero blew on the magazine until Aiya dropped it and started screaming. "Mommy! Kuya! Rachel, help me!" Aiya shouted, and Agent Zero's laughter grew louder as she threw her belongings inside her.

“That, I can help with. Although, I think that if you’ve gone that long without food, maybe we should start light. How about some scrambled eggs. Not with toast, though. That would be too heavy. Just the eggs to start with.” I let my head sink into the pillow. “That sounds like heaven.” She patted my hand before scurrying out of the room. I picked up the large envelope and then set it back down. I knew what it said without reading it. Instead, I opened the small white envelope. It contained a key and a one page note that said:

It was like a reminder to be careful of the people she came in contact with. It was seven o'clock in the evening and we were in our respective quarters. Since we were next to each other during enrollment, we were now together in the same room. Their dorms were spacious here and every corner of it screamed in pomp. Zanaya was now sitting on her bed and holding a book. When I saw its title, I realized that what she was reading was about codes and ciphers. Looked like she's doing advance reading. Maybe she doesn't want to experience the insults she suffered from the E4s. It should be noted that Zanaya was really hard-working because even though she has no interest in detective work, she still i

⸻ Yet one title remained visible. MEMORY ZERO ⸻ 😱😱😱 ⸻ 🌙 The First Mystery Returns The moment the title appeared… Ilyaan froze. ❤️ ⸻ Because Memory Zero had started everything. ⸻ The first mystery. ⸻ The first question. ⸻ The first crack in certainty. ⸻ The first impossible thing. ⸻ And somehow… It had survived. ⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened.

Feeling strangely exhausted, sore and hungry, Jayler went downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat, where he found his sister reading a book at the kitchen table. "You're still awake?" Joyce noticed him. "I can't sleep" Jayler replied. "What are you reading?" He asked while opening the fridge and then grabbing a banana. "The Midnight Romance" Still focusing on the pages, Joyce replied. "What's with that book?" said Jayler, while peeling the banana. Somehow he's eager to hear something about this infamous book and this is weirdly the second time during the day that he had heard about it, and accumulatively it would be the third time all in all. Did Richard really wrote that? He aske

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

“Anaya!!!” Her name echoed through the house as her dad pounded up the stairs, her 4 brothers mirroring him. She had locked herself in her room not to hide from her father but to avoid the damning fate that awaited her outside those doors. “Anaya,” her father’s voice boomed once more, then the pounding on her door came. It shook violently as her father continued to bang repetitively. “Anaya, if I call your name one more time, there will be hell to pay.”

Ó Saying that Celia couldnÕt figure out what in the world could make the two men blush like they had been. Back at the station, she didnÕt have much time to dwell on what she deemed not relevant to her case as she got caught up going through the treasure trove of evidence theyÕd collected. Lucky for her, it seemed the late Mrs. Sherry was a borderline hoarder. There were receipts and little notes going back a couple of years, and sheÕd only just touched the surface.