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Zayden As soon as I got done showering, I hurried and dried my body and hair, put on my clothes and walk out the door. I see my little mate sitting in the chair I left her in but with a book in hand. I slowly walk over to her and lean on the back of the chair. I notice she is reading my favorite book. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. “How do you like it so far?” I startled her apparently as she jumped as soon as I asked the question.

The gray-coated man followed quietly. "It wasn't hidden." "It simply hadn't chosen anyone." The White Book floated beside Adrian. Its blank pages suddenly filled with names. Not stories. Authors. Some were familiar. Most had never existed in any history Adrian remembered. Then... every name slowly faded away. Only one remained. Adrian. Before anyone could speak... a small figure appeared between the endless shelves. A little girl. No older than eight. She carried a worn notebook against her chest. Unlike everyone else... she looked completely ordinary.

After dinner they stayed at the table. Nobody moved to clear up immediately. Nobody suggested anything else. They just — stayed. Talking about nothing important. About everything real. The conversation moving the way conversations move when nobody is managing them — from Jace's story to Sera's terrible experience learning to drive to Nadia admitting — with the air of someone releasing classified information — that she had once gotten genuinely lost in a city she had been living in for six years. The table reacted accordingly. Nadia endured it with dignity. Rain told them about the four hundred copies of the same book.

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Everett The next few days passed and I guessed that Jack was busy because I hadn't heard much from him. I was busy too, between work, classes and now this book we were reading. I was surprised at how much I liked it. We were only supposed to read the first few chapters before next book club but I was having a hard time not reading ahead.

*The Secret Society* Emma sat in the dimly lit café, sipping her coffee and staring at the small folder she had received from an anonymous source. The folder was labeled "The Order of the Phoenix" and contained a series of cryptic documents and symbols. As she flipped through the pages, Emma's eyes widened in shock. The documents seemed to describe a secret society that had been operating in the shadows for centuries. They were known for their ruthless tactics and obsession with power. But what really caught Emma's attention was the mention of a prophecy. According to the documents, a young woman with a specific genetic makeup would hold the key to unlocking an ancient power. And Emma's sist

Out of all the spots I had chosen a corner because of the privacy it offered but there had been some books on the table, laid out like someone had been reading them then just before I walked in. I had looked around wondering if I had somehow missed the person. There was no no one here. Concluding that the person had left in a hurry, I picked up the books and started to stack them. That was when I had noticed that the books belonged to the author I needed to study on. This person had been studying it too.

Whether I lived a day more or a day less, what difference did it make? I pushed open the apartment door. As expected, no one was home. This apartment belonged to Camelia. She asked me to move in since we were about to get engaged. Usually, she would have dinner ready by this hour. However, ever since Grayson returned, I had not seen her home before 10:00 pm. I glanced at my phone and realized it was my mother’s death anniversary tomorrow. … Camelia finally came back around 10:30 pm. She walked in, exhausted, and hugged me. The scent of wood lingered on her. That was not her perfume. It was another man’s cologne.

## Author's Note Hello everyone, I am incredibly grateful that you have taken the time to delve into my book “Caged by Him.” Your time and attention are invaluable, and I want to express my heartfelt thanks for allowing my story to be a part of your day. Writing this book has been a journey filled with passion, creativity, and a few challenges along the way, and I’m thrilled to share it with you.