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I muttered, rocking Jodie. I had to let Flavia focus, so I stepped away from her and let my eyes roam around the section, hoping I would find a few books myself. Despite the countless eye-catching books with captivating covers in that section, I couldn’t shift my gaze off one particular book because it stood out to me. “Of course, it does,” Liya grunted as we both looked at the dirty and half-torn small book. “Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.”

“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”

She kept her tone light, but her gut was doing flips. Christina didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled a small object from the folds of her blanket and set it on the table with the kind of care usually reserved for live grenades. It was a book, small and battered, the kind of thing that might get lost in a flea market bargain bin—if you didn’t look too closely at the cover. Leila leaned in. The leather was cracked, the pages yellowed like they’d been left out in the sun for a century too long. Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive.

White's only girl stoop so low? Hearing someone take his side, Derick pounced on the support. "Exactly! If Lily hadn't pushed me, why would I swap my own kid? Why would I dare mess with the Mafia's future boss? "After the birth, she was all over the place, and her head wasn't screwed on right. Don't fall for her act!" I watched him, his conviction unwavering, and let out an icy chuckle. "You'd spin any tale for Jasmine, wouldn't you, Derick?

Her appearance was simple, just a light blue dress without many accessories—different from her usual cold, elegant demeanor. “Am I disturbing you?” Isabelle asked. “Not at all. Come in.” Isabelle stepped inside and sat on the chair opposite Liora. She opened the cloth bag and pulled out several thick books with pastel-colored covers. Their titles were clear—all romantic novels. “I brought these for you,” Isabelle said, arranging them on the small table between them. “I remember you said you’ve had trouble sleeping lately. Light reading might help.” “Thank you. I didn’t expect you to go out of your way.”

“At the top of the second shelf in the library, you’ll a book wrapped in brown leather. Rumor has it, that it belonged to Sofia and it used to be her favorite. It’s the only thing left of her in this house.” Leah’s brow lifted. “Good, that should give me something. Thanks Rachel, I’m out.” With that, she left the cellar and went straight to the library. She followed Racheal’s directions and reached for the book. It was covered in dust and cobwebs. Leah coughed as the dust filled the air, restricting her lungs. The initials “S.A” was written on the abstract page of the book in bold letters. She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her

Fair. Apparently being a baby wasn't a valid excuse. Reasonable honestly. Several minutes later she disappeared. God. Then returned carrying an alphabet book. Fair. A very large alphabet book. Reasonable. The kind usually intended for children who could sit upright. God. Not babies who occasionally sneezed at random. Fair. Then Lily sat directly in front of Peanut. Reasonable. Opened the book. God. And school began. Fair. "A." Reasonable. Peanut stared. God.

I said as I collected the documents from him and smiled. “Janelle, no,” father snapped as he collected it back. “His office is a dangerous dead zone,” he said. I smiled, took it back, and said, “Alex will protect me.” “Who’s Alex?” My mom said with furrowed brows. I collected the documents and walked out. They probably thought I’d lost my mind. Right outside Ranks Company, I glanced at the tall glass building—this was the kind of wealth I dreamt of…just not as a slave.

"What kind of book is that?" "It's something that was made long before any of you existed. The Libro Vitae was made by a very powerful demon who created it in the Underworld. He works with all the dark creatures and uses all of their magic to create it along with another powerful being. It is enchanted, with dark magic. It holds all that is written for the future. Prophecies of the future that have yet to come true, ones that are in the works, and all of the ones that have already happened. It can tell anyone what their life will become if they are wealthy, find love, how they die. This is a very dangerous book. If it fell into the wrong hands, they could destroy us all. But it also comes wi

It was brand new. Blaze wasn’t aware that she preferred this genre. Derek Landy was known for his dark fantasy books. Dang it! He should have let her choose on her own right from the beginning. ‘Right’ His wolf chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Lilith brought the open book close to her nose and breathed in deeply. The feel of the smooth and crisp paper, that magical smell of a book being opened for the very first time was soothing. She felt lucky for being the first one to open it.