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How will she ever find the spell she needs in this abundance of books? “Similarly to how I can read your minds, these books can read mine. The book I seek shall come to me.” She closes her eyes, seemingly deep in thought. A book slowly rises, floating towards us. It gently falls into her hands, before opening itself and flipping to a specific page. Wow. ”Alright, this looks fairly simple.” She closes the book and turns to us. “Converterent Alica, averta pars amantes” ... ”Did it work?” Nope.

"I wasn't going to" "Liora. You can look at it." She looked at him. At the book. Back at him. "It's in a case," she said. "The latch is.. ." "Left side. Lift and pull." She set her mug on the side table and went to it with the careful focused energy of someone approaching something they genuinely respected. The case opened. She lifted the book out with both hands, the automatic reverence of a bookseller handling something old and real, and turned it over slowly.

The way I feel small every single day. She listens. Really listens. When I’m done, tears streaking my cheeks, she pulls me into a hug that smells like lavender and old books. “You are not small,” she whispers. “You are full of fire you haven’t learned to use yet.” She lets me go, walks to a shelf I’ve never noticed before, hidden behind a curtain of ivy and pulls out a small, black leather book. No title. No author. Just worn leather and a brass clasp.

"Open it," Sandra with excitement as she stared at Anna, who was staring at the book with attention. "What if it's dangerous?" Anna asked, her gaze fixed on the cover. "Why then did you search for it, knowing it might be dangerous? You are already at this point, Anna, why would you go back?" Mirielle said and snatched the book from her, opening it. The first line: Activating the Powers. "Okay, this is definitely what we need." Mirielle smiled, and glanced at her.

She read the words one after the other; as her finger touched a part of the words, a secret hole opened, revealing a large book. Chloe was standing behind her, curious of what's happening She carried it, blow on it as the book was covered in dust. Chloe handed her a cloth and dusted it with it. The first thing her eye catches was the words on the front cover, "Forbidden" She read slowly.

I tell her meaning every single ounce of every syllable. “I’ve missed you – Hey what is this?” She halts midsentence and points to a book on the top shelf a few inches from where I’m perched. “This?” I say pulling a thick black book out from the shelf. “Yeah, let me see it.” She says and I hand it down to her and jump down myself to stand next to her. The book is plain with no title or markings. When Lamia opens it the pages are also blank. “That’s strange,” I say flipping another page in her hands.

"Why won't I --" "Forget it. We are getting distracted. Do you have the book with you ?" I took out the book and handed it to her. "Oh, it doesn't ---" I cut Emily with a sigh. "--have any author or publishing house mentioned, I know." I generously completed it for her. "Fine then let's see what kind of myth it is hiding." She sighed and opened the book... well tried to. I frowned. "Stop playing, open the book already." "It's not opening. I'm serious."

She has a book of her own, titled "blood hearts" How do you like the chapter? Vote and comment

I protested to my parents in either skipping the school or transferring to another school but they forced me to be here as this is the only school which is best. I reserved a place in one of the seats available though nobody was there. I kept my bag and went in search of a nice book. I went to the thriller books section and searched for a book, perfect for reading at this moment. ‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to.

“That’s it. That’s the answer.” She moved forward, her heart pounding in her chest. As her fingers brushed the cover of the book, a surge of power shot through her—like a jolt of electricity, coursing through her veins. It was as if the magic itself recognized her, as if it was calling out to her. Olivia opened the book. And there, in the first pages, she found the key to everything.