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“Who said I’m taking it as mine? Ireregalo ko siya sa isang tao.” The guy laughed in return. “Hay nako. Hindi ko na kailanga’ng hulaan kung sino.” He shook his head. “But I don’t think your lifetime crush will accept this. At higit sa lahat,” he breathed out, “aanhin ni Devon ang kabayo?” Now, these strangers are planning to take me as a present for someone who is an equal stranger. These lower beings . . . ! Once I turn into my real self, I will devour them with no fail!

As soon as I cleared the Sydney airport checkpoint on Sunday afternoon, I headed straight for the bookstore. A pile of hardcover books near the entrance caught my eye. The pyramid under construction highlighted Wild, the new book by one of the most popular novelists. The clerk attached “autographed copy” stickers to the covers, which, with their mysterious flames in yellow and red on a black background, gave them a garish touch, drawing attention. As a sociologist specializing in the study of Brazilian aborigines, I knew Daniel. He had aboriginal ancestry and wrote paranormal mystery stories starring a Brazilian aboriginal policeman.

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

Surprised, I open the chat. It's a photo of... about two girls... but... it's blurry, the resolution of the image sucks. Disgusting! I throw my phone aside and stretch out lazily in the spacious comfort of my bed. My backpack is on the floor and I remember Edrien's book. You should read it and see who this Jack guy is. I stretch out my arm, I check the book inside the bag with my touch, I complete the mission and with the book in my hands I start reading.

"Then we’ll use the shadow to draw something else, Sara. A Banker who knows how to count can be the one who makes sure the grain lasts the winter. You don't need a suit to know how to share." The Stranger’s Entry The man on the stone stopped writing. He lifted the book, letting the morning wind catch the page to dry the fresh charcoal. He didn't have a title, and he didn't have a desk. He was simply the one who had agreed to hold the book while the rest of us learned how to speak. "The first entry is finished," he said, offering the leather-bound volume to me. I took the book, its cover rough and smelling of natural tannin. Xander leaned in over my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck a

Butt naked? I sink to my knees beside the crate and pick up the top book, a small white-covered paperback with a surreal picture of a sun with a human face on it. Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s Discourse on the Origin and Basis of Inequality Among Men. The pages are sepia and brittle as fall leaves. I’ve never heard of it.

Hi guys, my name is Chime Chinonso and I’m from Enugu, Nigeria. May I know your name and where you are from Confessions Of An Exorcist is one of my best stories and you are going to enjoy it. If you haven’t seen my other work “SHADOW” please do. It is worth the read. I’m gonna blow your mind. This work is completely an imaginative one. Any character in resemblance to actual person- living or deceased is a coincidence. Every character in this book is a product of the author’s imagination.

I suppose given time their colors would possibly show but until then I will attempt to believe that this Cyrus guy was decent. I set my apartment keys on the kitchen table and hoped that Jem wasn’t going to move them by morning. Why was my life so strange and complicated when it came to the paranormal shit? Why did this happen to me? Of all people, why me? I hardly had any friends to really enjoy a decent day with and when I told them about my ability to “See” the other side. They ended up never speaking to me ever again. It hurt but like all other things I moved on. I hated being alone in all this and not having somebody to talk to about these strange and weird situations. To have someone r

"You desired while I sent you down there to be possessed by something powerful enough to rule the demons even. That was why Sathanas possessed you." Ethan held his breath as he heard this. Krepe had gone down to hell and gotten possessed by demons. So, the Latin written book he had seen in the library in New York wasn't a fantasy. He had gone into the library with a friend when he decided to explore the length and breadth of the building. He passed by an open room and he didn't hesitate to enter as something caught his eye. It was a golden book on the bed. He didn't notice the running shower in the bathroom across the room as he walked toward the book. He was mesmerized by the beauty.