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I was pouting while signing some papers as my past time. It is kind of boring since Kuya River already prepared everything. I just hope it is not that extravagant because if it is, I would probably kill him. He's using my money for Pete's sake and I still have other important things to take care of which requires significant amount of money. I glanced at the book placed by the window. It has a leather cover and has over five hundred pages based on its thickness. To think that I have no interest of reading at this moment is just too surprising since I have been with them all of my life.

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Misty’s temperament seems harmless to her, but with his genetics, that could be a false sense of security. Acheki walked to the holographic desk and reserved a private study room. He held out his wrist. The robot librarian scanned his wrist, pulling up his library information. In a robotic tone, it repeated what was on the screen. “Jalefel Acheki. Return book date, march eleventh. Book One Day and Night: the carnal diaries. Book Two Chasing Spirits. Book Three Living in the Human World.” He covered his face. It wouldn’t have been a problem if he was alone, but someone else heard his reading list. He glanced at her briefly. Akaisha wasn’t paying attention. The robrarian unlocked a private roo

I see David at the corner of my eyes , watching us. “Oh trust me , I will not say a thing – don’t want any one else to be scarred for life…” I chuckle. “Oh please…you have been blessed to see such romance – better than any porn video you will ever see” I chuckle at her. “That is what you think… You know I came across a book called “ How to please your man properly?” I think I should let you borrow it , so you can up your performance…” she gasps at what I say.

I saw there were five other books, seeing the title and briefly going through the content, tears burnt my eyes. There were self help books about overcoming traumas, fixing oneself, mental health, anger… There was nothing wrong with reading self-help books and wanting to improve oneself. I just felt sad that he kept this from me. That he chose to struggle on his own. He stirred on the table and then opened his eyes, on seeing me, he quickly sat up. His eyes ran over the book in my hand and on the table. “Those…those aren’t mine. They’re for Diego.”

There are pages upon pages of details of every exam that he ever took, physically and psychologically. It’s as though I’m holding a manual to everything that’s made him who and what he is. I have to fight the urge to look through the details as I glance up at the screen once more, ′12:46AM’. Come on. Find what you’re looking for and get out. Between the remaining three, I skip to the last one: the file that appears to have more than just loose-leaf papers. Furrowing my eyebrows, I flip the file open, finding an oddly thin, brown leathered, hard-cover book.

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“I’m not just documenting Elysium. I’m living it. And every mark on my skin, every word in this book, is proof that I don’t want to go back.” I close my eyes, clutching the notebook to my chest. And for the first time, my diary feels less like an assignment and more like a promise.

“You were born with something inside you. A flame that was dormant—sleeping. But it didn’t come from me. I only… woke it up.” Her breath caught. “You’re saying I’ve always had this?” she whispered. “The visions? The fire?” “In a way, yes. It was buried deep. Most people never awaken it. You would’ve lived your whole life never knowing—if it weren’t for what’s coming.” Evelynn’s skin prickled. “What is coming?” He walked slowly to a shelf, pulled down a tattered journal, and handed it to her. Inside were sketches. Of creatures. Of symbols. Of her.

the man replied and Kimberly and the lady sat down in front of him. Then he brought out a form and started scribbling down on it "So, you're.... Kimberly Anderson, 19 years old, light skinned, long hair, hazel eyes," He mumbled all these as he wrote them down on the form. When he was done, he passed the form to Kimberly with a pen. "Here; sign it" he said and she slowly went through the details before inputting her signature.