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She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

Respectfully, Andreas Crimson COO of Palmer's Vision" And there were three buttons: I am interested, Maybe next time, I decline. I don't know why I got this lucky to have another chance, but I sure as hell will take it! After clicking on the left button, I close my laptop and go for a glass of water. When I turn and open the cupboard, I stop in my tracks. Slowly, I turn toward the front door. And this time, I don't hallucinate or imagine things. I step toward the door and then pause. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and open them again. It is still there. A purple rose lies at the door. A purple rose with a few outer petals colored in gold. And a thin piece of paper attached to it with a

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I gulped down the lump in my throat, as I flipped the book page by page, checking out the images which getting scarier. After flipping like ten of the pages, I stopped abruptly as I sight something. 'History of vampires' was written boldly on one of the pages, and for some unknown reasons, I found myself getting curious about the previous images and the write-ups, and to clear my curiosity, I was forced to check the content of the book.

"I'm afraid I'm not instructed to share such information but he did leave something for you. He said it's beside your dinner that he prepared." I politely went to the kitchen and saw the pasta Arthur cooked for me with a stacks of books right beside it. I looked at it seeing that it's a compiled history about mythological creatures and written on a post it on it was: "This is from our ancient library, go seek your answers little lady." And just as I flipped through the books, I cut my fingers and instinctively let my mouth touch my blood as I muttered, "Ah paper cut." It wasn't anything serious but for some reason... I felt off. Like something is bound to happen, something that no one can sa

We need to learn anything we can that will help. ‘Okay, well, we better get reading then.’ I take a book from one end of the bookshelf while Pipsqueak starts at the other end. I unlock the steel clasp and carefully flick through. Each page has a symbol and a description of what each represents and does. Nothing helpful. I put it back and took the next book. I can’t read it though it appears to be in Latin. ‘Found anything yet?’ I ask. ‘No, this one seems to be about the history of witches from Salem. I’ll keep looking.’

Lyda flipped the book over to see if she was simply looking at the wrong side, but there was nothing on the back either. Curiosity getting the better of her, Lyda opened the book to the first thick parchment, blowing away the dust and dirt that littered the yellowing page. She wondered how old this book really was to have collected so much filth. Lyda slid the candle closer until she could make out some faded writing on the center of the page. It was written in the common tongue, but in a style that was almost too difficult to read. That did not stop Lyda, and her eyes lit up in astonishment. She had to read it over and over just to make sure she was seeing it right, squinting as she read th

he continued. I took the box and placed it on the table. I wasted no time and opened it. Impatience crept in as my schedule grew tighter, leaving no room for waiting. I was so eager to find out what that tumultuous past was, or rather, I was curious to see if that stranger was telling the truth or just wanting to lure me with lies.

Feeling relieved she started making meals for her masters. Cheng Min could not help but ravage through her things looking for that white cloth. She threw most of her clothes away until it was within her reach. Inspecting it and bringing it close to her heart. 'My lord,' she thought, reminiscing on the time they met. She sat on the floor as she was brought back on the night the two encountered the man.