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Kwen's POV: I sat on my bed and picked my phone up to check the time. It was about 4:30 in the morning. I sat the phone down and picked the book up. I crossed my legs and laid the book on my lap, gently wiping my hand across the front cover. As if the book knew I was ready to recieve what was inside, it began to glow. I took a deep breath and went to open it to the first page. As I shifted the book to open, it's as if the book had a mind of its own. The pages flipped to mid book. I sat in shock as they kept flipping, until it stopped. I cautiously rested my hands on the pages. They glowed a bright golden color. Slowly, the words went from a golden color and turned a bright red. As soon as I

With a distinct smile marked unto her face and lips, she whispers. “The Tarots.” Heeding with her command, the book opens and rapidly flipping its pages as the distinct neon gray light surrounds and illuminating it in exchange. With her eyes that are reading the pages and back in a rapid manner, she snaps her finger as the book stops flipping its pages and slowly changing its neon color into a bright purple one.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

They tumbled down to the second floor and splashed into the garden pond. "You!" Sheila shot me an angry look, then quickly looked sad and pulled on Elliot's shirt. "Elliot! My presents!" I just sneered, "They're just presents. You can get more." Elliot kept staring at me, like he noticed something odd. When I turned to leave, he grabbed my wrist. Right then, the butler came in to say dinner was ready. Joseph would also be home at any minute. I laughed without a care, shook off Elliot's hand, and walked to the dining room without looking back.

“Earlier, I won half a million grand, and with my house deed added in, that’s about a million. I’m not taking advantage of you.” That was exactly what Taylor wanted to hear. She swore to herself she’d win this one back no matter what. This time, she didn’t do any dramatic posing or chanting. She focused completely, listening to the dice, shaking with precision. However, unless she had X-ray vision, it was still luck in the end. Four fives, one two, and one three—twenty-five points. I lifted mine to find six sixes again, though no vertical stack this time. The Panamera was now mine.

Just a moment ago, they were doting on Jasmine, splurging on a fancy orchestra for her entertainment. I bet while I lay awake at night, trying to ease their load, Jasmine was nestled in her plush bed, lost in dreams. "Check this out. A handmade New Year's card just for you, for our favorite little sis. It'll keep you company while we're out working," my second brother, Ryan, said as he pulled a pink card dotted with ink stains from his pocket. They lavished her with luxury while all I had was a tattered piece of paper. I bet even the paper was a castoff from Jasmine.

He asked. Carys opened it and leafed through its pages. Once she had looked through every page of that book, she turned over to page 17. Alpha King and I leaned closer as she switched on the table lamp kept on the reading table and held up page 17 against the light. A circular pattern appeared like a watermark on the page, which was otherwise not visible under normal light.

I asked myself while returning the picture frames back to the bookshelf. I look in front of me where there is a glossy white center table. And on top of the table is a book turned to page 269 and a black small cup of tea. I picked up the book and read the title, it says, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a little girl and a

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It was a feeling I get when I am near to the chamber of death. I heard the twisting of pages close to me, but no one was there. I looked up and saw a piece of paper falling down. The air reached its hands and led the dance as the paper moved delicately. It landed on the floor in slow motion, like a light feather. I bent my knees and grabbed the paper. It was a part of a book, and they tore the page apart. The paper was golden brown; it aged through centuries and was handwritten. I squinted and tried to read what they wrote.