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Gior asked, but was shut down by Aesthelia's glare. Aesthelia does not want any noise at the moment. She is trying to intercept the message in the book. It is a miracle she can recognize some of the characters in it. If she could have something she normally used in her original world, She would like to have headphones because it helps her as a reader and writer avoid unnecessary interference. "First, I have to make..." Aesthelia trailed off as she scanned the hand-drawn magic circle at the upper part of the page. It was a surprise for her to find out that this book was actually a handwritten one.

TABLE OF CONTACT CHAPTER ONE – 1 CHAPTER TWO - 19 CHAPTER THREE – 33 CHAPTER FOUR – 48 CHAPTER FIVE – 63 CHAPTER SIX – 78 CHAPTER SEVEN – 93 CHAPTER EIGHT – 109 CHAPTER NINE – 138 CHAPTER TEN – 169 CHAPTER ELEVEN – 169

moving on to the next page. The husband, i paused at that, did i skip a page? my eyes travel to the previous page yeah, i was just reading on the capo i expected a continuation from there not another topic entirely. when my eyes travel to the bottom of the page it said page 4, on the next page its numbered page 18. what the hell? It seems some pages are missing, when I take a closer look at the middle of the book gasped, more like ripped out. "Some pages are missing" I said out loud.

He asked. Carys opened it and leafed through its pages. Once she had looked through every page of that book, she turned over to page 17. Alpha King and I leaned closer as she switched on the table lamp kept on the reading table and held up page 17 against the light. A circular pattern appeared like a watermark on the page, which was otherwise not visible under normal light.

I ask. "That will be way too heavy" she sighs. She hasn't exactly made things easy on herself, one looks like it's at least 600 pages. "Ever thought about getting one of those e-reader thingies? They hold all your books on one device" I say, gesturing behind the counter to a display of different screens. She smiles slightly before going back to the covers in front of her.

He blows off the little specs of dust on the book before he starts to open up the page pages. “Just give me a minute,” he say as he starts to turn over each page meticulously. Suddenly, he seems to reach the pitch he has been looking for. “See!” he says with a high pitch- as if to tell me that the chance for him to prove himself has finally come. Then he points at a text in the book. “You can read it yourself,” he says and I start to read out loud. I read the text over and over again, about nine times before I fully understand it. The text actually agrees with Charles told me before.

The moon grew brighter, illuminating the water. I saw her. She was smiling up at the stars from beneath the water. I shifted quickly and dived into the water. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to the surface with me. I carried her to the bank and laid her in the grass. Goddess! She was beautiful but she wasn't breathing. She wasn't breathing. I blinked, confused and scared. I had to do something. She wasn't breathing. I tilted her head upwards and held her mouth open as I breathed two sharp breaths into it. Her chest did not rise. I placed both hands on her chest and pressed down. After pressing down several times, I placed my mouth on hers and gave her three more breaths.

Drake cleared his throat. "Open page number 139," He said and turned to the table. I took out the book from my backpack quickly, I didn't want to upset him, though his anger wasn't directed at me.

From the corner of my eyes, she returned to the spot she was seating before, resting her back and her hawk eyes straight back at us. There was no table of content in the book, so the only thing we could do is start right from the beginning and to start flipping one after the other. “Because of you, I’ll tell you to start from the end. It’s faster that way.” Arnold looked up at her, a low growl escaping his throat. I pushed his head down to the book, a small smile on my face as I muttered a thank you to her grim face. We turned the back of the book, each of the chapters explaining a particular light on something. We started flipping one after the other, flipping to the thirtieth page before w

This was it—the answers she had been looking for. She only had to flip to page five hundred and thirty-nine, and she would get her answers. Her fingers shook as she flipped through the pages, reciting the page number like a mantra. Her heartbeat was increasing with every breath she took. Until she got to the page…