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As I looked at the book, it looked different, not like the ones I used to go through. It took me several minutes to be able to loosen the band around it; why was it even sealed? I didn't turn while listening to Luke, who was actually saying something, but the book was more of an interest to me as I opened it up. The first few pictures were of the first king of the seven kingdoms.

As a child, I loved reading but since I was taken to the cellar door, the habit had died, but I smiled knowing that this might be my new favorite place in the mansion. The scent of aged paper hung in the air as I browsed the collection, a mix of classic literature and rare tomes on various subjects. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, knowing that this place held not just knowledge, but also the secrets and power of the don's empire. The dark lord's desk, positioned by a large window overlooking the city, was adorned with designs and held a few carefully chosen books, perhaps with hidden meanings known only to a selected few. I wanted to let my imagination fly and think one of the bo

Lara stood in the doorway, lips pursed, hands on her hips like she was about to deliver some earth-shattering news. "I have both good and bad news!" she announced dramatically. "Oh boy," I muttered under my breath, pushing myself off the couch and tugging my shirt down. "Here we go." Lara strode in, her eyes ablaze with urgency. "I’ve gone through *every single page* in that book—*thrice*—and if there’s anything else about the Darklord written in it, it’s basically a detailed instruction manual on how your reunion is not only *a hundred percent possible*, but also how it would be the *worst possible* thing that could ever happen to this earth."

"Goodnight, Lucasssss..." Lucas was out on the deck on a late summer night, reading, as per usual, with a glass of ice tea by his side. Tonight, it was The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien. For some reason, he'd never gotten around to reading the books despite being a big fan of the films.

Instead, she focuses on the person who has ended up standing before her bar. Have you ever dreamt of meeting a lunatic who keeps looking at you with strange eyes as if he has won the lottery? That joyous smile won’t be this scary which is adorning Uriel’s face right now. He’s imitating the very image of Gollum in ‘The Lords of the Ring’ who keeps saying ‘My precious!’ as soon as he glimpses the ring like an idiot. Although Uriel’s mouth isn’t blurting out any nonsense, there’s no definite hope that he won’t! “Finally!”

Karl nodded his head as he followed me around the room, looking at his old stuff. Next, i turned to the small bookshelf beside his bed. I traced my fingers across the spine of the book, reading their titles as i do. Most of the books are copies of Harry Potter and Lord of the rings. He also has four books of Game Of Thrones. "Didn't take you for a bookworm." I commented as i pulled out the first book in the Game of Thrones series. Karl placed his right hand on my hip as he looked at the book in my hands.

Trey asks. "Huh?" his comment flies way over my head. "It's a character from The Lord of the Rings. He carries an axe," Finn deadpans like its knowledge everyone should know. "The one with all those walking trees, right?" I ask. Trey's face turns to shock at my question, but I can't tell if it's because I know the movies or maybe I called them the wrong objects. Are they not trees? They're tall and have leaves. Everything screams tree. Well, except the fact they walk and talk, but everything else is pure tree.

Yet they both understood it. In the end, Luca turned away. “Fine,” he said hoarsely. “But if my father goes too far… I will not just watch from the sides.” ****** Arlen sensed it before he saw him. The aura of a beast-man with the touch of malice. When he turned, Theoden stood alone across the ruined ground, his countenance empty yet relaxed. Arlen glanced below. In his hand gleamed a blade oozing of dark energy. Only Theoden could mask such a weapon of destruction and pass it off as something pure and holy to the naked eye.

They want to ruin me in every way possible. Their hands punish. Their lips taunt. Their bodies ruin. But the worst part? A part of me likes it. This isn’t a love story. It’s a game of power, pain, and obsession. And I’m about to lose everything. Even my heart. And when one of them decides that’s what he exactly wants, maybe he’ll get it too. After all, the Lords always get what they want. And this time… they want me. __________________ Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, settings, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination.

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."