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Forever. End of book 36

Blinking twice as she walks forward and to the point where the door will appear right in front of her, she answers. “Kyle Ryle Dionne. The Mad Hatter.” “Excellent.” As the door appears in front of her and expectedly so, a light came towards her with its light blue hue and cold burn unlike the other three. Now swirling around her as she is being followed by the lights in two, the door opens as she steps right and immediately inside, where she smiles and found an interesting nightmare in a form of magic and witchcraft. “Well, well, well.” Taking an interest in what she is seeing, she falls amused by the nightmare that the fourth stage directed her to be. A nightmare that seems not one, for it

I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synced. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied , still looking her up suspiciously.

Rowling fan, the kind of girl who’d empty her savings just to get the next book in the Harry Potter series. “Ivan Carlos,” I whispered, my fingers brushing over the name of the author. There was something about it that intrigued me. I glanced back at the shelf and realized I was in the section where most of Ivan Carlos’s books were displayed. I grabbed another one, this one with a blue and brown paper cover. Since I could only afford three books, I skimmed through, selected my third choice from another author, and went to find Chloe. “Are you done with yours?” I asked, eyeing the stack in her hands. She was holding four books, three by J.K. Rowling and one by Jo Watson. “Hey, that’s cheating

She stared at the empty space and the huge shelves of books. "What next, Phoenix?" she said, walking towards the bookshelves. "Walk to the thirteenth shelf on your right. You will find books on poison," Phoenix said, leading her to the shelf. "Good, pick the fourth book at the left side corner of the shelf," Aurora counted the books and grabbed the book. Boldly written on it was "The Potions for Poison." "How did you know that such a book exists here?" Aurora asked as she flipped through the pages.

” Ashton pulls me down beside him and opens a giant book, at least three thousand pages long. ”Alright, I’m on!” I exhale sharply.

Within the cracks, it looked like lava flowing beneath his skin. I closed my eyes again as the spinning overwhelmed me and made me feel like I was going to puke. The more I spun around the weaker I became until eventually I slumped forwards in the air, and just hung there limp while spinning around faster and faster. The sound of the two witches chanting filled my ears and eventually, even their noise became a muffled blur. Just when I thought about giving up I felt someone tackle me out of the air. Howls and vicious growls quickly filled up the room. I heard Traian scream,

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We walk further into the room and we spot he book still on the bed in the exact position I left it the last time. But there seems to be something different about the pages. The pages have been flipped and it was in a different page the last time. I stare closely at the book with confusion and stare back look at Noah. On the page, it shows that the sorcerers are throwing a party for the coronation of their leader. And there’s a picture that describe the whole event. Chills run down my spine and I grab Noah’s fingers with my cold hands as I wait for him to say something.