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He adds in a low voice. I don't say anything again, I walk into his room and walk around. His room is huge as big as mine, everything is black or gray. The bed is made up and everything is clean, I walk to a tall bookshelf filled with books and then a record player by the side and lots of records arranged on another shelf. Noah watches me walk around and look at things. "I like your room." I say. "Yeah? Not as aesthetic as yours." He says. I smile. "I still like it." I say.

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“I booked this house for the week.” The stranger raised an eyebrow, still dripping, completely unbothered by his near-naked state. “Funny. So did I.” He walked over to the kitchen counter with easy confidence, water trailing behind him on the hardwood floor, and picked up his phone. After a few taps, he turned the screen toward her. Same booking confirmation. Same dates. Same beach house. Lila’s stomach dropped. “This has to be a mistake.” “Or the universe has a sense of humor,” he replied, that charming smile deepening. He extended a large hand. “I’m Kai. Kai Rivera.”

Ellie… Ellie… Like a voice calling her home. She froze. “Dad?” The voice faded, like it had never been there. Then another sound, distant, muffled: the scrape of chalk against a board. The low hum of lecture hall voices. Dr. Voss’s calm, measured tone: You must see the Labyrinth for what it is, not what it shows you. Ellie pressed a hand to her forehead. “It’s in my head.” Cerebus stiffened, growling into the shadows. But the growl wasn’t steady. Alpha turned left, snapping at nothing. Beta whined, torn between directions. Gamma barked, lunging forward, straining against air.

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It was only a brief moment, but I would recognize that tattoo anywhere. On the left peck of the man's chest, swirling ink formed a huge snowflake with a snarling wolf. I knew that picture. It was the sigil of house Caldore. I had seen it in books and read about it in stories. The older witches whispered it in the tales they told my village at night. Wolves with hearts as cold as ice and skin that snow melts upon. I was in Northwood, and what was worse was that I knew the man who was rummaging angrily through the books in his room. I should have realized it the moment I saw his glowing blue eyes.

Katunayan dalawang araw na walang tulugan ko lang binasa at Taksil na labis kong ikinabwesit pati ang Sabik. "Nakapag-avail na ako, send ko saiyo ang e-book version nito mamaya." Bulong nitong sabi. Gusto ko rin sana manghingi ng ebook version nito kasu naisip ko na bumili na lamang para makatulong narin sa idol ko. Magsusulat na sana ako sa aking notebook ng biglang may kumalabit sa akin. Agad naman akong napalingon dito na ikinakunot ng noo ko.

he added. I looked around in wonder. It was a beautiful house. Full of windows and light. I wandered into what looked like a library and saw how it could easily be transformed into a craft room for me to practice in. It had shelves on every wall filled with every kind of book you could imagine. It had large wing backed chairs next to the the two large windows along with floor lamps that were just waiting for me to read in on some rainy day. There was even a large desk that would be perfect as a work table to make spells and potions. I loved the entire room. "I wondered if you'd find this room first. It'd be perfect for you to work in, eh?" Griffin whispered in my ear as he brushed against my

But I was stopped through the first chapter when I saw a sticky note posted on it with the letter "I" I figured it must have been a scratch left by the last borrower. But I'm only three pages after when I found another note. With the word "am". So I turned the next pages. There were a few intervals before each note which all in all read "staying" "in" "your" "amygdala". I was left frowning deeply. What the fuck is Vernon Choi trying to say? I shrugged it off. Maybe he’s onto something again.