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I managed to get inside swiftly. I let my eyes wander leisurely, scanning the rows of shelves for one that caught my interest. A soft smile graced my lips when I realized the perfect section was standing right before me, waiting like an old friend I hadn’t yet met. With a gentle touch, my fingers glided across the spines of the books, their textured covers whispering promises of stories untold. My gaze danced over the titles, seeking something that resonated, something familiar until one caught my attention. “All About Dreams,” I murmured softly, the words rolling off my tongue as I carefully pulled the book from its place.

I'd make sure to return on the weekend. My heart picked up at the sight of him. He glanced up as if he had known that I entered the room. We briefly held eye contact before I directed my gaze elsewhere and turned to my left to enter the aisle of books. He made me nervous, in a good way and this is why I couldn't try to talk to him. I didn't want to look like an idiot. I decided to distract myself by scanning the books on the bookshelves. I saw a book that piqued my interest but it was a little too far out of my reach. No matter how much I stood on my tippy toes, I just couldn't reach it and I probably could've used my powers to get the book into my hand but no way was I even going to give it

I tried to calm myself down and assess the situation objectively. I scrutinized every inch of my office, trying to figure out how someone could have infiltrated it. My eyes catch on the bookshelf, and I noticed that some of the books were not in their usual places. I approached the shelf and ran my fingers along the spines, trying to identify the ones that were out of place.

My eyes scanned the shelves, fingers tracing the spines of books that held the potential to unveil the secrets I sought. I chose a dusty volume bound in weathered leather, its pages yellowed with time. As I flipped through the brittle leaves, I was met with symbols and glyphs that spoke of a history lost to the ravages of time. The anticipation of discovery fueled my determination, each word a potential clue leading me closer to the enigmatic Celestial one.

Chloe opened the book and her eyes widened. This book... She scanned the pages and then let out a huff of disbelief. Why are there empty pages?

I need to find out everything about my mother before my father finds me and brings war to my mates pack. I get out of the shower and dry myself before pulling on some leggings and t-shirt. I looked at the bags and decided I will unpack them after dinner and I made my way down to the library to try and get some answers. I push the door open and make my way inside flicking on the lights and walked to the shelve where I found the book last time. I scanned the book again but nothing regarding dying to give your power over was in it. I looked through the other books and came accross a book I didn't notice last time the title read: The undoing of a witch.

"I need you to open your eyes then. You don't have to look at me, just open your eyes." ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

I need to process and just have a minute to breathe. I turn the books the right way up and try to slide them back into the shelves silently when the title of the first catches my eye and stops me pushing it in. It’s a psychology textbook about his personality condition and I impulsively tip it sideways to let the pages flip open for a quick nosey. That part of me that is eager to know more about what it means in terms of him as a person kicking in. I scan the words eagerly, desperate for more insight.

Even though he seems fine,” I mused, redirecting my gaze to the copied pages of the book. You know?" " Uh, I was exploring and I think I definitely discovered something else regarding you." Let you proceed to unzip your backpack to take a thick book out of it. I closed my eyes as I skimmed the title in bright letters on the dark cover: The Insider Thoughts of the Salem Witches. witches ?" he muses intriguedly and raised an eyebrow. Jorfit laughs apprehensively. Try not to judge me,” he asks me, then, at that moment, he opens the book between the pages where a bookmark sits.

The library was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Anna sat alone at the far corner, the mysterious book, The Reflection Game, spread open before her. Her finger traced the intricate designs on the yellowed pages, her heart pounding with both excitement and unease. The cryptic instructions whispered to her, their meaning elusive but tantalizingly close. She didn’t understand why she felt so drawn to the book, but she couldn’t let it go. It was as if the book had chosen her, as if it were calling her to uncover its secrets.