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He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

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When she looked up, she was already slowing down, her gaze snagged by a narrow storefront she’d passed a dozen times without ever really seeing. Loft & Ledger Books: Est. 1971 The sign was hand-painted, the lettering a little uneven, the gold leaf dulled with age. The windows were cluttered in a way that felt intentional: stacks of books, a few handwritten quotes taped to the glass, a potted plant leaning sideways like it had given up on standing straight. It felt… overlooked. Hidden. Like it existed just out of the main current of the street. Maybe that was why it pulled at her. Raegan hesitated only a second before reaching for the door.

Lila’s POV The university’s bell has finally rang after waiting for almost two hours for this boring subject. I never liked math. For me, that was the most boring subject ever. Numbers, after numbers, and then numbers again. Tsk tsk. All I want to learn is cocks and cocks and dick. Smirking at my own thoughts, I took all my things and immediately left our room. The next subject is my favorite one. Not because I actually love the subject, but because our Prof is so hot I want to bed him even for a night.

She quickly came up with the excuse that she was searching for the section that she’d gotten her book from so that she could return it to its proper place as she started down the aisle after him. With her eyes and ears on the alert for him, Alison made a show of studying the titles of the books as she looked for the location to return the one in her arms. To her surprise, she found it. With a slight gasp, she double checked the titles and numbers on the books to make sure she was in the right spot. She could have sworn she’d gotten the book from the opposite side of the room. “Can I help you find anything?” Martin whispered in her ear as he slid up next to her and leaned his handsome frame

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

She says looking at me like I’m missing something here. “You’re making this into something it’s not.” I say refusing imagine that Oliver likes me. He’s just being nice; I say the words over and over in my head. I want that ingrained in the deepest parts of my mind. I don’t want other people’s assumptions to creep into my mind and mess me up. It’s dangerous for me to think that way. I like him too much as is. Useless fantasies about him liking me back are going to more harm than good.

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In this rare moment of peace, I’ve chosen a book, turned off the lights, and let the muted light from the cloudy sky illuminate the pages. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I glance down at the book on my lap. My finger traces the letters that read ′Book of Law’—this year’s edition. I’ve learned that a new one is printed annually, and Efrem possesses a copy of every single one, dating back to the very first one.

Nora asks startled "Lovergirl! It is only sweet at the beginning, you better shine your eyes and don't get swept away by the flood" she smirks her tongue irritably at Nora who mocks her in return "Beef this much? Better go and text Richard, Tito, Dino, or what is that your albino dude's name?" Tade snaps quickly "He is a white Liberian, not an albino! Get the difference"