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he said with a faint smile, settling onto the sofa opposite me. I watched as he reached for the stack of magazines and books on the center table, his fingers pausing when he picked up Wuthering Heights. A familiar nostalgia tugged at me as I saw the worn-out cover in his hands. “Wuthering Heights?” he said, glancing at me. “You’ve read this?” “Of course I have,” I replied, leaning back against the cushions. “It’s one of my favorites. Though I have to admit, it’s not the easiest story to love.”

The draw of books was too great, and despite knowing their time was limited, they continued to walk through, gazing lovingly at the bound tomes. "Amanda! It's a first edition!" Ellie had pulled a book from the shelf and was showing it to Amanda. It was a first edition Wuthering Heights manuscript. Amanda gasped as she walked up to Ellie and stared lovingly at the leather-bound pages. Ellie was practically drooling when Jake came up next to her. "Find something you like?" he asked cheerfully. "Shhhh!" Ellie hushed him. "Is there a reason we're whispering?" Jake said quietly as he looked at the book in Ellie's hands.

--- I couldn’t bring myself to turn back. Part of me almost wanted to believe him. Back in my room, I scoured through my old copy of *Wuthering Heights,* hoping to find some distraction. It didn’t work. My gaze drifted to the door and the hallway beyond it, wondering if this was far from over. I curled up on the bed, clutching the book as if it could shield me from what lay ahead. Outside, the wind picked up, and a distant rumble of thunder rolled in. A storm was on the way.

~lily ~ After taking a cold shower, I settled in front of my laptop to do what I’d promised Nick. It was time to hack into Mr. Lightfoot’s main system. I hummed quietly to myself as my fingers danced across the keyboard, scanning through his network for a weakness. Every firewall had a flaw. I just had to find it. Then the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The feeling hit me so suddenly that my fingers froze over the keys.

His eyes browse the spines of books, fingers expertly, and gently pulling them down, one after the other, with the carefulness and precision of a new mother and her baby. “Oh my! I can’t believe this book is still here!” he exclaims, then drops the said book carefully, putting the others back just as gently, it makes me chuckle. “I read this book at least thirty times.” “That good?” I say with a raised brow. He has a precious smile on his face, and I now know the perfect name for him, it was always there, I just didn’t realize it. “Yeah, a classic too, Wuthering Heights.”

I touched the books devotedly and looked at Alessandro in complete shock. “Do you know how hard it is to find all these books?” I questioned when I saw the first edition of Wuthering Heights and pointed to it. “That book sold in 2007 for $225000... That's too much.” “It cost me almost $300000,” Alessandro said matter-of-factly. “It was a bit of a hassle to move everything, but it's worth it. All the books are yours to do with what you want. They are your property; the invoices were issued in your name, and I paid the respective taxes they carry.”

He squeezed mine comfortingly. Once we were steady in the air, I relaxed. The seatbelt sign went off, and I undid mine. I reached into my carry-on and pulled out my worn copy of Wuthering Heights. I'd read this book tons of times. I loved Heathcliff. He was my favorite character. "You're reading that book again?" Jarren asked. "Yes. I like it. What else did you expect me to do?" "I don't know. Maybe talk to your boyfriend," he said, smiling.

A reader? I feel drawn to the shelf like a moth to a flame. My fingers trail over the spines — classic literature, philosophy, ancient history. Lost in the titles, my eyes land on a beautiful leather-bound edition of Wuthering Heights. I rise onto my toes, straining, my fingers just brushing its edge. It wobbles and then falls from the shelf with a heavy thud that sends a cloud of dust into the air making me sneeze twice.

He walked out and got in his best friend’s room he knew directly where Naseer kept extra meds for her and took a new bottle and an inhaler, Going back to Isqaar he kept them by her bedside table and sat by her bed his lips pulled into a smirk as he noticed the book by her table He picked it up…and read the name out loud “Wuthering heights..” He chuckled “she keeps reading this no matter how shitty it is” (NO OFFENSE I LOVE THE BOOK) He put it back and turn to her he couldn’t do anything unless she wakes up.. Just then, He notices something… On her cheek, it’s like a handprint..