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The room felt warmer somehow, though neither of us had moved closer. I turned the page. “Fine. No nicknames. Yet.” His shoulders dropped a fraction. Relief. He didn’t want the kind that made him feel human. I lifted the book. “Are you sure you want me to read this? It’s kind of boring.” “I want to hear you.” Something hot coiled in the pit of my stomach. I cleared my throat and focused on the words. I read the first paragraph slowly, letting the cadence settle. My voice filled the room, soft and even, just above the quiet of the storm. Mikhail closed his eyes like he was letting the sound sink into him.

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the woman agreed with Lyra and the man looked at me. “Please, back me up here,” he said and I shrugged. “I actually agree with the ladies. There is nothing like enough books. Get her more books, king.” “She prefers this book men to me. Why should I help her do such a thing to me?” “You should still get her the book. She knows that the men in these books are fictional and will actually make no sense in real life.” Lyra scoffed and picked up the book the woman had pointed to. “This book here has my all time favorite male character in it, Thor Nelson. After reading this book, I prayed for a partner like me for weeks. I still do.”

She asked. "Super-naturals," I responded. She doesn't look shocked. She collected the book and inspected it, maybe checking if it was real or not. "The popular book no one had." She said, and I nodded my head. "How did you lay your hands upon it?" She asked me. I narrated my story on how the elderly man gave me the book and asked me to read it. She listened without saying a word. "The stories in this book connect to my life somehow. The only difference is the name, and I'm so perplexed on how this is happening." I explained.

Is it really what I want is a normal relationship or do I want more than that? I took a deep breath. I cut my mind off as I opened the book and started reading the prologue of the book. " What did you read? " A voice whispered in the edge of my ear. I jumped in surprise. My heart was about to jump out of my ribs. When I regained consciousness, my brain recognized the man’s voice and my body less tense. " Do you forget to talk like a normal people? You know face to face. " I probed as my eyes stared at the man's blue eyes.

"It's in the world. Anyone can read it. Including you." "It said — " he paused, selecting the words carefully the way he always selected words. "It said you were the most honest person the reviewer had ever seen in that kind of setting. That you answered questions without managing them. That you said things about your own experience that most people would be afraid to say in front of strangers." He paused again. "It said reading the book and then seeing you in person confirmed that the book is the actual person." She felt that. "The book is the actual person," she said.

A familiar book for the ride back. Jeffrey leaned closer. “What are you reading?” I didn’t look up. “Philip’s Room by Raven Black.” He looked stunned. “No fucking way! For real?”

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I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

A man and a woman in a sensual position but the name had been torn out. I settled in the rocking chair and started reading the book. It was a forbidden live between a rich heir and the maids daughter. The writer did an excellent job and for a moment I wondered if it was written by a human or a wolf. Rivka came to call me for a late lunch. I had lunch alone in the house. Not that I minded. It was better than enduring the man child. I could hear noises from his office as I read. I returned back to the library and continued reading through the book. My eyes became droopy after a short while and I fell asleep on the rocking chair with the book on my lap.