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**Secrets in the Shadows** Sophia sat by the window, staring out into the distance as the evening sun dipped below the horizon. She held the journal tightly in her lap, its worn cover whispering of untold mysteries and forgotten truths. The room was silent, save for the gentle ticking of the old grandfather clock that had stood in the corner of the room for generations. Her thoughts swirled with Eleanor’s cryptic warnings, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were stepping into something far beyond what they had ever imagined.

June places beside her her earlier and took a sip before turning to the next page of the book she was reading. The book was a psychological thriller and it had hints of mystery in it. Whilst she read, her lips were pressed into a thin line as she had reached a cliffhanger. Hailey normally detested cliffhanger especially when the book was still ongoing however the book in her hand was quite an interesting one so she was willing to read carefully and wait for the next chapter. She put a bookmark in the book and stood io from the rocking chair she was relaxing on, slipping her feet into the pair of lounge slippers she brought and walked out of the lounge. She needed to use the restroom.

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

I felt the pull of the villa behind me, the warm light from our bedroom a beacon of safety I was walking away from. Jurgina Bar’s flickering neon sign cast a sickly yellow glow on the street, illuminating a dark, peeling door. Inside, the noise was a physical thing, a cacophony of music, laughter, and slurred voices. The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke clung to the air. I made my way to the second floor, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ears. The hallway was a long, dark tunnel. Room 8 was at the very end.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

Fisting my hands over the surface of the table, I said, “The only thing that will clear the misunderstanding is you handing Elias over to me.” My words brought his usual deviousness back. “There’s no handing him over. He killed my sister, so I tell you when we’ll torture him and you will come to join me.” It didn’t sound like a poor plan. “My men have been searching through his things. He apparently has connections with many people.” “He’s a manipulative bastard.” “I can see how much.” He pointed at the drive. “He was smart enough to keep proofs of all his business and negotiations through surveillance cameras, hidden cams, pen cams and so on.”

She wasn't trying to make an effort to look good, it doesn't matter anymore. She moved slowly, like her body was conserving whatever little energy her heart had left. On the bedside table sat the books she’d bought earlier. She reached for The Da Vinci Code, the familiar weight of it grounding her. Dan Brown had always had a hold on her. This would be her second time reading this particular book, and for some reason she was excited to just get lost in this book. A world where puzzles mattered more than people’s intentions. She climbed onto the bed, propped her back against the headboard, and began to read.

He could manage those. "This is so fuckin' surreal!" she gushed, "and to think, I was reading 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 over again after Thomas Hopkins, they're just so amazing—so intense and so full of suspense. Like I really didn't think Mr despricado was gonna be the culprit and..." Toby had decided to give up listening to them chatter about Barnes book. There was certainly more to girl who everyone called queen witch.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

I replied as I got to business ignoring him, even though he too also ignored me. I already missed seeing his face, I guessed that's the main reason I came around. I cleaned the Library last and I sat down to read the most interesting and horrific Novel I have ever laid my hands on. People keep dying if they make noise and what is giving suspense now is that the main author's junior sister was just kidnapped by something I don't know and the main actor looked worried, afraid of the fact that his junior sister might have died the same miserable and horrific death his senior sister died. Well, I would have liked to read the novel finished today but I don't want Damon to suspect that I am taking