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"Duly noted, and no snoring, I like having a peaceful night sleep." Nikolai scoffed and turned off the bedside lamp on his side, but I leaned over to switch on mine. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. My nerves were still buzzing, and I needed something to distract me. To distract me from all this, from Nikolai and his family and my own thoughts. I reached for one of the books I’d brought with me from home. "The Housemaid" by Freida McFadden. The author that Leo and I had talked about during dinner.

She notices a little book under the scattered documents. She opens the first page 'Drago Morningstar' is written on it, strange name, she thinks. She opens the next page 'Nightmare' is written on it. The word catches her attention, " Nightmare" she mumbles. "Nightmare" Rachael mumbles. A little force bends the air around the table as breeze brushes some documents to the ground. Suddenly, the book starts to flip pages by itself and Rachael panics. She runs to a corner of the office and looks in fear .

That much was obvious. ‘A Hundred Years of Solitude.’ She was only halfway through the book. It was a heavy one, and she couldn’t understand why she read it before she came back. Night time was perfect for a reading session, so she was reading seriously. Heather was the most attractive when she was quiet, and she drifted to sleep with a book in her hands that night. If there was one downside about night reading, that would be the fact that the reader would fall asleep easily.

I pulled on my hiking boots and dressed in layers, knowing that it might be warm now but the early September night could get chilly. I racked my brain about the silver and iron and finally decided on the iron poker from the wood burning stove and a couple of knives from our good silverware set. I searched my Dad's room and the attic for any other useful weapons. I didn't find anything in Dad's room but I discovered a ornate wooden box that I had never seen before in the attic. It was beautiful and it seemed to call to me. Inside, I found a leather bound book with strange markings on it, lots of different herbs, most that I could identify but a few that I couldn't, candles, a bowl, salt, bell

Night was always the time when everything happened. From dark supernatural forces roaming the world, to vampires lurking in every corner of the streets and most importantly, those who found pleasure in the nightlifes. Those whose only solace were clubs, bars, and joint houses. And let's not forget, notorious gang members were said to enjoy prying on the weak at night out in the streets. In one word, the night harbored everything bad and evil; which was the gang members, vampires and demons. Only two out of those didn't exist in this world we live in except for the gang members of course. Let's face it, this was reality anyways.

Taking my place on the sofa, I place my coffee down and open the book. Flipping through pages this isn’t any normal book. It looks like it is Rodrick’s journal. Dates go back over thirty years. I knew this wouldn’t contain anything of interest. When I see a date and blink before I look at it closely. Nightshade is mentioned. So that piques my curiosity.

Sometimes, I wonder if she’s the one I am feeling in this room. I don’t believe in ghosts or that shit. I grab a blue hardcover, with the name, ‘Herbs for healing sleeping sickness’. I flip the pages, leaning on the bookshelves, as the pages flip, a paper falls out. I grip it, the paper is nearly old, the edges almost torn off. The writing is legible.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

"It can only be awakened." Theon's face twisted in rage. "What folly is this? Take her." As Theon's guards moved in on Noria, she held up the book. The cover was pale, bone-white, and it glowed with a soft, unearthly light. "This is the Codex of Lunas. The true history of the Omega."

She handed the book back to Scarlett and placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling warmly and nostalgically. “You should keep it, Scarlett. It was your mother’s, and I think she would appreciate you having it now.” Scarlett looked at the book, feeling that it had become more than just an object; it was a link to her mother’s past. That night, after dinner, when her aunt went to sleep, Scarlett locked herself in her room and took the book out from under her pillow. The cover was worn and the edges of the pages yellowed, but the curiosity surrounding it made her unable to wait any longer to open it. She did so carefully.