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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.

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

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.

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.

Kwen's POV: I sat on my bed and picked my phone up to check the time. It was about 4:30 in the morning. I sat the phone down and picked the book up. I crossed my legs and laid the book on my lap, gently wiping my hand across the front cover. As if the book knew I was ready to recieve what was inside, it began to glow. I took a deep breath and went to open it to the first page. As I shifted the book to open, it's as if the book had a mind of its own. The pages flipped to mid book. I sat in shock as they kept flipping, until it stopped. I cautiously rested my hands on the pages. They glowed a bright golden color. Slowly, the words went from a golden color and turned a bright red. As soon as I

Claimed by him. Inspired, Kiana put the book aside and rummaged around some more in the box. At the very bottom her fingers brushed by something firm and long – just what she was looking for. She pulled out her hidden toy, a rabbit vibrator, squeezing the firm yet yielding gel shaft into her palm and stroking the cl*t stimulator in slow deliberate circles.

How could you just stop loving me and go to my brother? His eyes were red, and his voice was rough as he tried to kiss my neck. "Let me remind you of how good we can be together!" However, everything about him—his words, his smell, his touch—made me feel sick. When he tried to kiss me, I turned away, gagging. Elliot got mad. "No hiding!" As he yelled, he grabbed my chin and made me look at him. "Look at me! Say you love me! Don't make me hurt you! Say it!" He was frantic, but my eyes showed no love. Seeing that, tears filled his eyes.

Donato spun around, but nothing was there. His pulse thundered. His breaths came short. He turned back to the pedestal— and nearly choked on air. Because the book was open. Its pages turned on their own. Slowly, deliberately like fingers of wind were flipping through fate. "No…" he whispered. "Stop." But the pages turned faster— faster—until they slammed onto one single page. The writing etched onto it shimmered like liquid black fire. And the temple whispered into his bones— "Three will go forward…

Arnold explained. “Mumma, can I also touch it,” Sia asked stretching her hand to touch the book. When Sarah nodded, Sia took the book from her mother and turned it this way and that. Then she said frowning, “Mumma, there is no screen, there are no buttons either. What do we do with it?” “Let me show you,” Sarah said and opened the book for her. “You read one page and then you can turn the page to read the next one.”

Not the kind of thing you can point to and say, see, there it is. It’s quieter than that. Micah looks at me the way someone studies light through glass. Not with hunger. Not even with softness. With… focus. Like I’m a subject, not a person. And no one else notices. No one sees when he already has the book I mentioned. Or when he sketches me without asking. Or when he steadies me in a hallway before anyone else can react. I should say something. To Colton. To my friends. To him.