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Sunlight filtered through a thick blue curtain, illuminating a small room located in the attic. Right by the door was a large wooden desk, painted white, and a swivel chair. Under the desk was a trash can filled to the brim with some papers, soda bottles, and salty snack wrappers. On the desk there was a laptop in a silver casing, a pile of notebooks and books, and a tiny lamp. Above the desk there was a large shelf with a lot of books - from textbooks, through readings, to romances. Here and there, there were photos framed in colorful frames and many other ornaments such as jugs, figurines, etc.

I urged them to make sure they graduate well and live well at the same time. Unlike most people, I was the connection I needed, I wasn't coming there to get the right connections and friends because, honestly I was all the connection I needed, I did a very good job keeping a low profile and no one knew I existed before I graduated. Right now I wish I could erase all of that and start afresh. When I was leaving, someone called me a very familiar name. Book-a-thon. It was a name they gave me in my class because I did a 24 hours session in the library reading and I didn't even realize I spent that much time.

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

"Theoretical connections of the proles hunt." A polyphonic groan sounded in the room, but no one protested. With that we were back in everyday academia. Today, a closer look at the Dorcas was on the curriculum. A dama-proles, descendants of the deer. To do this, we even had to go down to the morgue in the dissecting department for the second hour, where we could familiarize ourselves with the anatomy of a Dorcas. Basically, this genus was nothing more than blue-black deer with a long tail. Okay, no normal deer had a hair comb on its back that discolored during the rut, or poisonous antlers, but in shape and size they were the same as normal deer.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

He sure didn't look pleased with how dismissive I treated his sister but he didn't complain, yet. Soraya had kept pushing conversations, though her eyes darted around like she was either expecting someone—or afraid they might pop out. Her brother, on the other hand, seemed determined to get on my nerves with his endless questions about Ariel. Four books I’d requested were already sitting on my desk, but one—titled "Chronicles of Gifted wolves" caught my attention first. I picked it up and started flipping through the pages just as Drake walked in, reeking of everything unholy.

Congratulations, you have ruined any nonexistent chance you might have had with him. ‘That’s so cool! So what have you written till now? How many best sellers? I am an avid reader myself. Don’t tell me, you are that anonymous Sarah J. Williams who is there but not there. Why are you anonymous? Why hide this charming face and talents? I love all of those works. Dorky And The Hoes. Once In My Cunt. The Spicy Daddy. And The Exotic Empress. Damn! Those were hilarious.’

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

It is Divergent, insurgent, and Allegiant first edition series, the notebook, The fault in our stars, and Shakespeare books. "I didn't know what kind of books you like, so I just picked the ones I think you might love"a voice startled me, and I placed my hand over my chest. "You scared me, " "Sorry," there is a dark grey wardrobe just behind the door. And a matt on the floor, a white round table at the corner. "It's fine really, I think I will read them. It's been a while since I have read an addictive book, maybe I will find one in these books. Who knows"I shrug, and sit on the bed.