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Book 2# - Carefully she had wished
Alexander’s men were in every open space , so trying to sneak to the stables was almost an impossible mission – but my kind hearted people helped us to hide.
Creating a spark , makes the sticks explode with fury fire. It had awaken from it’s death sleep , roaring promises to devour anything that touches it. I heard the soldiers toy with my people – which made my blood boil. They scared them , taunted them and playfully swayed the lit stick before their eyes. I had watched the way my people took steps back from the fire touch , but this only invited the soldiers to cruelly mock them by stepping closer. I am brought back from the nightmare that will surely reply in my head over and over again
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A Gift from the Goddess
“I might be able to help recommend some books relating to the topic.”
Given where my head had just been, the request came easy to me.
“Do you have anything on… the Goddess?” I asked, turning to look at him, my expression instantly becoming serious. “And I don’t mean those vague books I’ve already read in the library before. I mean… actual information. Like that book I saw you use for my confirmation.”
He gave me another knowing look before he went about pulling a few from the shelves. Eventually, after a few minutes had passed, he handed me over four different ones; all of which looked far older than I felt comfortable touching. They looked almost fragile enough to break by just breathing on
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Book 3# - A desperate wish
I find myself sitting upright , listening intently to what was beginning to unfold.
“ As I cried , I felt this magnificent power shoot through me. It was scary as I saw a flower shooting up from the pot plant of soil that laid barren on our balcony for so many days. I remember rushing to your father , waking him from his sleep to tell him what happened. As days went by , your father and I stayed busy at the library , finding any information that could explain what had been happening. Eventually , we stumbled on to the truth – I am a witch Rosemary , my parents must have been a witch and wizard.” I listen to her , flabbergasted. Witches are said to be evil and vile creatures , but here she is
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Beneath the Gilded Rule
Briarcrest did not like losing control. Nyx realized that the moment the summons arrived. It came folded in thick ivory paper, slipped beneath the door of her dormitory room sometime before dawn. No seal. No signature. Just the academy’s crest embossed in faint silver across the corner.
She found it when she stepped out of bed. The paper waited on the floor like it had been watching her sleep. Nyx crouched and picked it up.
Inside, a single line was written in precise black ink.
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Her Eyes of Emerald and Fire
They were all beautiful and made the whole book look very impressive.
The edges of the pages were gilt in two shades of gold, with a pattern of flames. And there was a large leather and gold clasp holding it closed which was engraved with more motifs of flames. The corners also each had a gold triangular brace, each with another fire opal in. Eliza stares at the book in wonder,
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The Lycan’s Fated Mate
“And you get even more provocative with coffee. How many cups today?”
“Only three. But I brought books. And promises of civilized conversation.”
He opened the bag, pulling out a few titles, including a copy of The Origin of Lost Bloods, about Celtic mythology and sacred blood.
“If I didn’t know what you are, I’d think you were a historian with a witch fetish,” she commented, picking up the book.
“I only have a fetish for one,” he replied, lower.
Before the sentence could fade, the air in the mansion trembled.
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WILD BOOKS: A COLLECTION OF NAUGHTY STORIES
“You looked like the world was ending.”
“It felt like it.” My hands moved down his chest, exploring. “Your turn.”
He kissed my forehead, then my temple. “I almost quit last year. Burned out. The quiet gets heavy sometimes. But then this girl kept showing up, asking smart questions about old manuscripts. Made the days better.”
“Me?” I asked, smiling.
“You.” His lips found mine again. This kiss had heat behind it. His tongue brushed mine, and I melted into him. My back hit the bookshelf gently. A few books shifted but didn’t fall.
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Forced to Forever
As Misty clumsily fumbled for her keys when she went to open the door, the older gentleman said, “Excuse me, ma’am, I have this for you.”
There I saw it, the beautiful golden envelope he placed in my hand as he walked away made me feel like I was flying. It was like someone had given me a breath for the first time, and I could not wait to open theenvelope to find out when the next beautiful person's party was.
By the time I got inside, I had collapsed on the couch without ever opening the invitation to this realm of debauchery and pure bliss that I was now a part of.
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Corruption
So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there…
‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted.
The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette.
She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro
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The Bookstore Temptation
But she… didn’t flinch.
Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering.
*The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.*
A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink.
Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing.
"What's this?"
"A book," she said, smiling.
"I told you. I don't—"
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The first thing that struck me about 'The Sleeping Gypsy' was how it blends surrealism with a quiet, almost melancholic beauty. It's not your typical adventure novel or romance—instead, it feels like a dreamscape, where reality and fantasy blur in the most poetic ways. The story follows a wandering artist who stumbles upon a gypsy woman asleep in the desert under a starry sky. There’s this unspoken connection between them, even though they never truly meet. The book plays with themes of destiny, fleeting encounters, and the idea that some connections transcend time.
What really got me hooked was the prose. Every sentence feels like a brushstroke in a painting—vivid, deliberate, and full of emotion. The desert setting isn’t just a backdrop; it’s almost a character itself, with its vast emptiness mirroring the artist’s isolation. There’s a scene where he sketches her while she sleeps, and the way the author describes the tension between creation and intrusion is haunting. It’s one of those books that lingers in your mind long after you’ve turned the last page, like a half-remembered dream.
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