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he was startled to see Freeda coming down the stairs, walking towards him at the table. "Why are you still awake?" Freeda asked. "I want to know what this book I'm holding," he said and Freeda took the book. "Hmmm..why? can't you read alone?" Freeda asked as she turned the pages of the book. "Do you see anything written there?" Jude noticed that Freeda seemed to see something. "Yeah, do you want me to read this for you?" Freeda said while smiling. Jude was surprised and there he believed that the book he was holding was a mystery. But what she doesn’t understand is why can Freeda see it too?

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

Having Clara as a hollow-eyed ghost of a shell, like she was before she met Celine and Baz, made him worry. To veer her mind from wandering again and potentially slicing off a finger, he asked about Navio. This topic got her started with what happened as soon as she arrived on the scene. ‘Minus the sexy parts,’ she smiled secretly. The FBI visit, the list they had uncovered, and suspicions about her uncle and dad involved in the explosion.

My heart raced as she led me away from the group, the tension in the air becoming almost palpable. "What's going on?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady as Susan released me and began to massage her temples. The look on her face was grim, and my anxiety mounted as I awaited her reply. The mystery surrounding my colleagues' hushed conversation and urgent manner only served to heighten my sense of dread.

“Thankfully, my foolish cousin was drunk enough to slip. I was able to obtain unquestionable evidence.” I could see the eagerness in each of their faces, but none of them could say a word. They didn't want to kill the moment. Instead of putting them in more suspense, I dragged out my laptop and copied the file from my watch to my laptop. Then, I played it. The only sound in the room was their breath and occasionally the gasping sound they made. When they were done, they all turned to me. “Are you okay?” Freda whispered, and she moved closer to me, her hand brushing mine.

I was lying on bed and thinking about the whole day. That café girl, I don’t know why but whenever I close my eyes her innocent face comes in my mind. I mean I love my mystery Girl then why does café girl’s blushing awaken some feelings in me? This café girl is messing my mind. Slowly thinking about café girl I drifted to sleep. ----------

There was also some other things with funny shapes ones I didn't even want to know where they went. I held the golden balls in my hand and wondered what they were for. Some of the things in here I have seen at th club and the others where just a mystery to me, I saw things I didn't even know existed. There was other things on the shelf below but I had seen enough. There was also a bookshelf with actual books in them. I took the first book I saw and read out the title, it was a book by Shayla Black called Wicked Ties. I had never even heard of the author. My phone vibrated in my pickets, I saw that it was Bradley.

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

on it in large font. "It was written by some guy named Philip Jameson and he studies ancient traditions of lost cultures. When I first saw the book, I thought it was just another children's book but after flipping a few pages, I found this," She said and opened to a particular page that had a picture of the mark on their palms. "Well, I'll be damned," Joe said. "This isn't a fictional book, boys. Everything written in here is true," Lydia said with a sparkle in her eyes.