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She started going through different books, leaving Scarlett to watch her with her mouth open, not understanding her intention. Nicole continued this for almost ten minutes, and finally, she found her desired book and descended. Scarlett rubbed her neck, feeling a bit stiff from looking up all the time. "What did you get?" she asked, curious. "You'll know soon." Nicole led her to a desk, and both sat down. Finally, Nicole placed the book on the desk. Scarlett watched it, astonished. It was a massive black journal covered in black roots as if it had grown from them. It looked like a kind of wizardry book.

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"Books, they are our only hope now." He said, "books? What do you mean by books are our only hope?" I asked, demanding an explanation to clear out the confused soul that was sinking in my brain. "What I meant was, historical books and pamphlets any book that has extraordinary things attached to it. We have to try to lay our hands on it. It's the only way out of this hook we found ourselves. We just have to keep calm and get everything right, scrutinize and define every hidden term in every nook we get. I'm sure we'll get something. Nick said, and I was mind-blown. "So do we go to the libraries to get started!?" I asked. "Obviously yes, anywhere with books I'm sure we'll find something soon.

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A Dream House (Continuation) I sat on the beige colored tiled floor of the living room. And I looked around me, the ceilings are neatly painted white, while the walls are covered with medium toned brown wallpapers. I opened another box. From the box I pulled out lots of books, maybe fifty to seventy of them. The books come in different forms, big and small, thin and thick. Our book collection includes about twenty five of Mallory’s bedtime story books, a New King James bible version, a children’s bible, and there is one of my favorite books; Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, also my favorite novels from Mitch Albom; Tuesday with Morrie and Five People You Meet in Heave

Even Dalya was confused with Jewel's blabbering. Jewel shook her head. "Alright, alright. Here! You buy books at NBS and at Pandayan. Buy all their books. Pick the one with the beautiful covers. The woman in a bikini or maybe the topless man... whatever! Just make sure it's erotica. Use that card. Empty it or not, I don't care! Just buy me an entire room of erotica. Do you hear me?" "Uh..." Dalya looked on the card in her hand. "But M-Miss..."

he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. "A book," was her dry reply, without even looking up. Nic gritted his teeth. "I'm aware of that. What's the title?" he asked, with less patience than before. "How to kill someone you don't like in two days." Nic had to laugh on the inside. She really was a funny piece of work. She still had yet to learn her manners, but she would. He would be damn sure of that. He walked over to her and snatched the book from her hands. Before she could protest, he read the title to himself. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time'. He handed the book back to her and walked to the bar area and sipped some more of his coffee.

~ Nikki ~ It’s one thing to receive sexy gifts from the man who’s fucking you. It’s an entirely different thing to find your career soaring because—and not because—of that erotic association. And then there’s these highly personal gestures that are too symbolic to ignore. Like… For him to remember, word for word, what I’d said about Shakespearian plays and know which books to buy me.