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Completely unguarded. And that, more than anything else, unsettled him. Because he could feel it. In his chest. That deadly spark again. He scanned the cover, thumb following the title, then back at her. "Why this one?" "It's a book about sadness," she told him quietly. "But not the kind that cries out. The kind that settles into the space between us." Some dark, wordless flicker showed behind his eyes. He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet.

The library felt like a gift, and that was what made it dangerous. I moved slowly along the shelves, trailing my fingers across the spines of books. The contact sent a faint shiver through me, not pleasure exactly, but recognition. Something inside me loosened, not relief and not comfort, but a thin strand of control I had not realized was missing. The titles were familiar in tone if not in detail. Business. Finance. Strategy. Leadership. Negotiation. The kinds of books men like Jaden collected to justify their decisions after the fact, volumes that framed dominance as intelligence and conquest as foresight.

It's something hard and cold and feels like a- It's a Math book. It disappears. And it hits my bare ass. Hard. I gasp, my breath catching in my throat as the shockwave of pain mixes with something darker—something thrilling. He brings the book down again, harder this time. The sound echoes in the room, the sharp slap of plastic against my skin, sending waves of heat through my body. My legs tremble, but I stay still, breath hitching with every strike. By the time he’s finished, my ass is red, sensitive, and on fire.

The Book didn't speak in words. It spoke in feelings—a pull beneath my ribs, a warmth that spread through my chest, a whisper that sounded like my own voice but older. I woke in the deepest dark, the room cold and still, my heart already pounding. The Book was on my desk where I'd left it, but it was open now, its pages turning without wind. I sat up slowly, my breath misting in the air, and I watched the silver script shift and rearrange itself like water finding a new path.

My one choice would decide the fate of this island. I felt a strange feeling holding me and could hear the screams. It was a calling. Someone was begging me for help. Tugging at my hair, I peeked inside the book. In Pages, a lady seemed to be working on a design with her child wrapped against her back. The little one with shiny eyes was dreaming while holding her mom tightly. I could feel the warmth of her smile. Nerves get on me when I put my hand on the page. The light penetrated my body. Within moments, I felt a drastic change in my surroundings.

At least now, I don't have to worry about Zoey getting bullied at school. I should be happy, right? But why do I feel like I agreed on giving Zoey to her? To them? Call me selfish, but I want Zoey for myself. However, I know that's not possible. Zoey is a beautiful person, and I can see that everyone is seeing that now. What is this pain I'm feeling inside my chest? I don't understand myself anymore. "Thank you, Oli. I know you will understand," Camila said. She was looking genuinely happy. Naomi was right; Camila's particularly happy right now.

Hyun said. Cela's phone starts to ring even before she could ask what Lora's call is about. Hyun went to the buffet table feeling better. "Are you feeling okay now, Sir Hyun?" someone from the team asked. "Never been better," he answered while looking at Cela who's now talking excitedly on the phone. "What's happening? I think something unusual is going on," another member of the team said. I guess we all know what it is about. Fourth book?

I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

“Let’s crack open that one.” “Fine,” August says, handing the book over to me with a slight shudder. I open it, not enjoying the feel of the Human leather and the fact that it’s very close to animal leather. “Gods, I hope that’s in there. Because I can’t bring myself to look for more.”

I asked. “You.” I laughed, then figured nothing was impossible at this point. “I want to know everything about me. Every single thing.” Black smoke and dust rose from the book while the book flipped uncontrollably like it did the last time. Wind blew in the library even though no windows were open, and a sudden chill filled the air and made me shudder. The dust grew more and more till I could barely see the book anymore. After a while, the smoke disappeared, and the book had stopped flipping, but the chill was still in the room. The feeling that I was surrounded by dead people kept intruding on my thoughts.