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whispered Frank in Coralis’s ear. “Don’t worry about it. I guess it’s elemental related?” said Coralis, turning her head slightly toward him, so their cheeks were touching. “Yes, I’ve had some help from Vic, I’ll admit.” “Sorry to disturb you, lovebirds, we did get you something,” said Louis, handing Coralis a heavy box as big as a phone book. “Oh, thank you!” Coralis grabbed the box and unwrapped it. Inside the box was a thick reference manual about gas molecules and elements. She took the book out of the box and opened it, turning some pages.

It was like death had taken up residence inside her but was too polite to knock. I flipped through the fragile pages, my fingers careful not to tear the brittle edges. Most of the writing was cramped and hurried, like the writer had been racing against time. I almost missed it. In the lower corner of one page was a faded illustration of a five-petaled flower. The petals were long and wispy, curling inward in a spiral, and the ink used was faint, almost as if the flower didn’t want to be noticed.

It's fascinating, and I really want to know more about it all. "I'm sure you'd like it." She places the book on the table in front of me and I smile at it. It's not so big but has a lot of pages and the cover is really beautiful with a golden rose drawn standing beside another rose, a silver one, but instead of sepals, they have a fire burning below them, and they are both rooted in a deep blue sea. Captivating burning roses with their roots in a deep sea, how artistic. PSYCHICISM is written in a weird writing that looks more like a drawing and my smile widens even more. How did she know this is just what I wanted! She really does have book powers.

It is beautiful not just for its writing, but also because it contains over thirty full-page colourful and calming illustrations which will help someone to slow down. At this moment, Joshua firmly believes that really needs to calm himself and be relax. But how can he relax when there is someone who keeps on walking and walking around while biting his nails? Joshua placed the book on the top of his lap. Then, he fixed his eyes towards Seungcheol. From the time when he opened the book and read it until he reached the half of the contents, he was with Seungcheol who has been walking around the same room. “Seungcheol,” Joshua called his friend before closing the book.

Running a hand down my face with a muffled curse, I stepped through the doorway. In a couple of minutes, Lily led me to a large room with so much windows and air, and had glass sculptures and décor matching the clear white color of the couches. Cora was reclining on one of them, beautiful as ever, black hair flowing down her arms, her summer dress pooling around her crossed ankles, with her eyes focused on some book. A romance novel, like she always used to do back since I was a fucking kid.

Hunter’s cousin smiled “So, please choose.” “Uh…” Hesitantly, Corinne glanced at the various glamorous designs between the pages, all featuring models much thinner and more elegant than her “I don’t really understand about this, so… Maybe it would be better to let the seamstress choose and… Oh…” she stopped in front of one of the models, stunned.

The sun shone brightly, casting a soft glow on Cora's cheek as the redhead breathed softly and evenly. If one were to look around the room, one would see wall-to-wall bookshelves filled with hundreds of books that she had read. On her door and on the ceiling were posters of cats, dogs, flowers, and even some bands. Her comforter/duvet was wrapped around her and she lay on two fluffy pillows and was surrounded by a dozen more. All of the throw pillows and the comforter were yellow and had sunflower patterns on them.

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The book felt ancient, alive even, as if it held secrets waiting to be unlocked, secrets she was only beginning to understand. When she opened it, the parchment pages were thick and heavy beneath her fingers, each one covered in swirling lines and strange, ancient runes that seemed to pulse with a faint glow. The illustrations on the pages were mesmerizing, showing beings encircled by the elements - fire, water, earth, and air - all woven in both harmony and chaos. One page depicted a figure standing amidst a storm, lightning sparking from their fingertips as torrents of rain whipped around them. “It’s like… they’re calling to me,” Zoe murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she took in the