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“I didn’t do it. There were so many books with the same covers, and it looked boring anyways.” His eyes never left mine, his expression didn’t falter, and he didn’t believe the fumbling in my words. He opened the book slowly; the book title on the front page was visible. Pride and Prejudice. His eyes returned to me, daring me to say the truth, daring me to admit it. “I didn’t… I was bored and curious.” He returned the book directly to the shelf and arranged it so it stood along with the other books. He didn’t leave; instead, he took another look and readjusted it.

Frame Me By Roman This book is dedicated to the readers who gave this book a chance. NOTE First of all, let's get the geography right. There's a city called Ranem. Ranem has twelve blocks. The two explored in this book are Gulden and Odton. Odton's unofficial name is Ganghaven. I don't want you getting confused. Please, if you like the book, feel free to leave a review. It won't hurt. I apologize in advance for any grammatical and structural errors you might come across, I'm trying to get the book edited.

The unborn child already had a name. Then the first Blood Feather book opened by itself, and the first page showed a drawing of a baby wearing two crowns.

She remembered what she did last time, so she pricked her finger and placed the blood on the red ruby at the top of the book. The front page had no writing like how it did the last time, they seemed to have faded out. But she could see a couple of words on the front page that didn't even make sense when placed together. Ginnak-Blood-Open- Ginnak sees this- The Past will collide with the present- Everything destroyed- Ancient rule the present- Signals collide, creating a new purpose- A Ginnak should never open this- Its true nature will be revealed- Alexandra didn't understand a word the front age said, but that didn't bother her. She wanted to see if she could open the book, it would be exci

However, when I reached the spot where the presence seemed strongest, I was startled to find not a person but a book. It looked different from the many tomes and manuscripts filling the shelves of the library. The book was leather bound, and instead of facing me with its spine, it was placed on the shelf with its front cover facing me. It was dark—beautiful and deep obsidian. The edges were threaded and swollen because what I guessed had to be antlers were sewn into the edges. In the middle laid a blood-red jewel that seemed to shine in my face with its own light. The book was pumping with energy. I swear, it sounded like it was whispering to me, calling to me.

The fact that there are many books in this library, I can say that he just randomly asked books to fill this place… “D. M" Hmm? That is the letter that is written in every last part of the page. It was cursive. “Should I… read this?” I was hesitant whether or not I should read this journal bit then… I find it hard to put it back. It was as if some force is telling me to read it. “Alright…” Madison, bring it on! Let’s read this book! The front page was a purely simple note for the title. There was no acknowledgment or any author's note.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

The front has the words ‘Vivlío tis Eleftherías’ [Book of Freedom] embossed hastily from a hot branding iron. To Bronx and Pan it probably just looks like an ancient book sitting on the crystal stand, but to me, it’s alive and thriving. It’s calling to me, screaming and writhing, reaching toward me and begging for my touch so its power can be released. I lean forward and whisper to the cover. “I’m the master. You don’t get to tell me what to do, so shut up right now or I’ll burn you to a fucking crisp.” I’m surprised at how angry my words sound and that I cursed at the book, but it worked. The book immediately settles and pulls its energy back in, but still seems ready to burst knowing I’m s

I returned a favoring smile to her by doing it genuinely before I took the book on her soft palm, an almost thick book with a blue cover. The book is heavy. On the front cover, there is a closed eye with long black thick lashes in a form of feathers placed inside a pentagon. Outside the badge has a wonderful abstract ocean and sunrise. Below it, golden embossed letters are shining to make its cover spectacular: BOOK OF A ZONER "Begin reading from page two to page five," Psyche said to me, stopping me in amazement. So I did what she wanted me to do. I flipped the pages until I reached the second page of the book. I started reading what's on it.

More, and more. End of Book 1