Romans & histoires False Book

Astrid interrupted them, so Colza's gaze turned towards her. "The Sacred Book only holds the truth about the King's action, like the lie he imprinted on the humans. Meanwhile, the Records of Lies has the present lies. For instance, the one Zaykee discovered inside the Kingdom of Saobar's underground," Jacob answered instead Colza while glancing at Astrid. "Ehh? The book also knows that?" Zaykee's eyes widened with open mouths as he stares at Jacob. "Yes," Jacob briefly answered. "I see," Astrid spoke.

I let out a sigh of frustration as I hit yet another dead end in my search for Charles' current book conquest. I thought I had finally tracked down the original to a dealer in the USA, but when I had the paper stock checked it turned out to be a twentieth-century forgery. Damn it. At least I didn't have to travel this time and face the dealer's wrath in person when I informed them that the book that they were hoping to sell for five thousand pounds was worthless.

Confused by how did she tell a lie. "No, I'll prove it to you!" Then she runs back. One moment later, she came back while holding a book. "Here." She gave it to him. Ah! When he opened the book. He looked like he saw a ghost. "This means... I am a fiction?" "But why? Why does God play us! I suffered too much! I left you! I fought Jin! We and this God played before our lives?" Now he knows. The truth! He never believed it. Yet, upon that book, all of the truths was written there. Private or personal that book told them—

The title interested Anthony, he nodded at Yugo in appreciation as he received the book that was handed to him. ‘Rogue, Not Rough.’ It read. “Trust me when I say, it took me many years of research to know these things. If you want to know, you would have to embrace the reality of what you are. You are not fiction. Stop reading those fictious story that tells you that you are what you aren’t. They are just figment of the human mind but you,” Yugo pointed at him then tapped his own chest, “We have seen it happen. We have felt it. So, what do you think about reading books from people who have felt it too? I think…”

They just watched Aria and her aunt from behind the window grille. “You see that! How could a middle-aged woman be that beautiful if she wasn't a witch!” said Fiona. “They are like sisters! Anne hasn't changed like the last time I saw her!” Timothy answered. "When is it?" “I think when I am 10 years old!” “I told you! It's clear she's ___!” Hump! Timothy covered Fiona's mouth. “Shh! Don't say anything! It's all a myth, there are no witches or strange creatures that often appear in southern Vanhall. Just pretend we were never in southern Vanhall!” said the man warningly.

“That makes no sense. Everyone wants that book. Victoire, Liam, they’d all kill for it. My father died because of it.” Fernando took a step closer. “Not because of that book.” I swallowed. “You’re not making sense.” “The Black Ledger you brought back,” he said, his voice flat, “is a fake.”

As elder of the Alchemy Hall, Merrick had the keenest eye for reading a person's gift. Looking at the state of Lucian now, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. "A muddled five-element false gift! This—this is beneath even the lowest dregs of a mixed gift! "With aptitude like this, forget the Ashveil Order. Not even the most third-rate little band of hedge-mages would take him!" The moment the words were out, the whole hall erupted. Everyone stared at Lucian as though they'd seen a ghost. The favored genius they'd cradled in their hands, the future they'd cherished, was actually... a worthless dud who couldn't even set foot on the path to power?

I went through 5 books a week sometimes, and I couldn’t really afford to buy a new physical copy all the time. ----- An hour had passed since I had given up on reading a book. I was now bus browsing ways to make a good amount of money. I came across so many things, but half of them weren’t really genuine. Some sites promised to pay you hundreds of dollars just by watching a video, and I knew better than to believe bullshit. Half of them were either fake or didn’t offer much money. Until I came through a site that spoke about a few unconventional ways of making money. Sell drugs - The fuck I will.

"See, it says here, EBON TESTAMENT." Damon gently pries the book out of my hold, holding my hands. "It's fake Ivy." He says with certainty. "If you ever came to the student centre, you'll know that the bookstore there sells this same exact copy of the Ebon Testament, filled with empty pages. It's like a diary for most people." My heart crumbles into pieces, it's like I'm reliving that night all over again. I was so happy that I've finally gotten the Ebon Testament, but now I've discovered it's fake. Why does nothing come easily for me? Why?

"Why are you flipping out?" "Because... because..." Val’s mind was a static mess. It felt like a violation. Had he bought them to laugh at? To mock the "soft" guy who wrote about fated mates while playing a blood sport? If he made one joke—just one—Val was gone. He’d walk back to Valentina’s Bayside Condo and never look at a puck again. "You told me it was all fake," Finn started. "That the sex in books isn't real, and no guy is that good, right?"