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Then I exhaled slowly and lifted my arms, returning the embrace with cautious gentleness. “I know you’ve been bored in this room,” Claire said as she pulled back, her eyes warm. She held up a small stack of books. “I brought these for you to read. It’s a romantic book.” She paused, studying my face. “You do know how to read, right?” I nodded quickly. “I know how to read,” I said, my voice quiet but firm. I took the books, my fingers brushing the covers. The illustrated title caught my attention, and a deep blush crept up my cheeks before I could stop it.

My brain move in a very fast speeding as I begin to think of all I have and all I can give. There is nothing… Wait. There is something. “I got books from Jude. He gave them to me as a gift. They are in the kitchen, beside my sleeping place. There are six of them there. You can have all.” Thank goodness for them. Claire looks at my feet then her eyes travel up to my head and back to my feet, before she burst into an alarmingly loud laughter. Okay, that wasn’t the reaction I had expected. “Books? What on earth am I supposed to do with books?”

he questions. I nod my head. "Yes," I say again. "I've always loved reading." "Book," he says in a gruff voice. "Liffatin. Can you repeat that back to me?"Liffatin," I repeat. "That's a beautiful word. You know, back in my kingdom there was a little shop called a library and it harbored many, many books. Some were sad, some were happy, some were full of action and tales of courageous princes and princesses, fictional tales of fire-breathing dragons and fairies and demons. A book is where imagination takes flight."

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Drew’s popular face slack with puzzlement that left a few girls that walked by giggling with mirth at his expense. “Either way though,” Clay continued, still moving forward with a light simper on his face, “this is the one. I’m sure of it.” Drew’s footfalls started up behind him, and Clay chuckled at his next words while he made his way to counter where a pretty librarian was waiting for them. Blonde curls a ring of gold around her head while her manicured nails plucked the book from him. “You only read encyclopedias or manuals on chess. How are any of the books you looked at anything like that? They’re fiction?”

He was a greenhorn in the finding of books here since he had never been in here talk more of finding books for the Alpha. Another thing why this library was different was because most of the books in here were strange. They were very strange and most of them were large books with hard spines and gold or silver letterings. Most of them did not have any pictures in their fronts; there was usually only a plain brown, black or white cover and then the name of the book with that of the author's. It was a bit unnerving to see books like that especially since all the books I had known since childhood were the ones that had colorful pictures and drawings in them. I wasn't used to these types of book

"Breath through your mouth. Don't speak." Her eyes were wide and unsure. Maybe something bordering on panic. I don't try to reassure her. I take a few more clothespins in my hand and start clipping them onto the edge of her labia, the last one I clamp over her clit. She jerks each time and I hear her gasp at the last one.

Lilly said. Chan was curious. “Do you like the Sacred Sword series, Lilly?” Lilly nodded. “I like all the pictures,” she said. “They’re so beautiful. The black and gold Naga. The white and gold Garuda.” Chan chuckled. Those were pictures of her digital art. It had taken her ages to get those right, and there were plenty more where they came from. “I have two more books at home. Do you want to read those as well?” Lilly nodded in excitement. “Oh, yes, please. When can I get them? Tomorrow?”

Claire said. "That's what it's for," Yessica said. Claire looked at the drawing. Added one more detail in the corner — a small square that apparently represented a window. "Done," she said. "It's finished now." At one fifty-eight the knock came. Claire was off the chair before Yessica had stood up. "I'll get it," Claire said, already moving. "Claire—" But Claire had opened the door. Lewis stood on the landing with a book under his arm. Judith Kerr. The Tiger Who Came to Tea — not the baby board version, the proper illustrated one. Theron had chosen correctly.

The man didn’t stand up or at least meet her eyes to acknowledge her, which Claire found to be a little bit rude for someone who needed help. “So I found all these books”, he said, still staring at the books sprawled in front of him. “But… I really can’t decide which one to choose. I need a recommendation” Claire glanced at the stack of books scattered on the floor and quickly read the titles. Based on the mess, she thought that there must be around twenty books, more or less— all about the history of art. She wasn’t that interested in history nor does she enjoy art, so even if she wanted to, she didn’t have any recommendations to give.