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The night was quiet now—eerily quiet—except for the soft crackle of dying embers and the ragged breaths of those who had survived. Evelynn sat with her back against a fallen tree, her body trembling, every muscle aching as if the fire had hollowed her out. Her hair clung to her damp skin, tangled with ash, her palms raw from the force of the blaze. The fire inside her was quiet now, dimmed to a fragile ember, but it left her shaken—like a storm that had passed but might still return at any moment.

Hoping she would respond. “Freya, my name is Freya.” “Well Freya, do you like to read?” She holds up her book and nods frantically. “But there are a few words I can’t pronounce, but no one will help me. They are all too busy.” “Come on, show me.” I was expecting her to go to the words she was struggling with. But no, she reads the entire book for me. The book is hilarious and she didn’t struggle with any of the words. “You tricked me. You didn’t struggle with any of that.”

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She uttered before shoving the other copy into her bag. “Lights that don’t flicker.” I read out the title of the book, groaning inside of me, considering that I’ve never been a fan of novels. I only read business contracts, manifestos, and newspapers when I’m bored, but most times it’s business contracts and documents belonging to a property I was buying. “This is a good read, trust me on this. You wouldn’t regret making this video.” “I hope so,” I replied and made the video, encouraging everyone to read her book.

He still puckered his lips and furrowed his eyebrows like he used to as a kid when he was focused on what he was doing. I chuckled, making him turn toward me. "Hey, sis. When did you get here? I didn't hear you walk in." he asks, making me roll my eyes as I smile foolishly. I kissed his cheek and sat next to him. "Just now. What are you reading?" I asked, making him clear his throat as he looked at the back of the book and showed me the cover. "Uh, Pound The Stone, by," "Joshua Medclaff," I said, feeling proud. "Good choice," I added, making him chuckle. "So you've read it?"

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I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

I said as I buried my face in my palms. I packed up my things and turned all the lights in my office, it was almost time for Maghrib. I needed to hurry home. " You should go home Ruqayyah, come on I'll take you" I called as I saw her reading a book immediately I walked out of my office. " Okay ma'am, thank you very much" She replied and jumped up from where she sat and dropped the book she was reading on her desk. It was a book by Danielle Steel. Malice.

“Would you like to read it here? I thought we could go through it together. Just the first few pages.” I hesitated. Then nodded. She pulled her chair closer. Not a lot close to me, but close enough that our knees almost brushed. “I’ll read the first page,” she said, opening the book again. “Then we’ll talk through it.” I tried not to stare at her lips. Tried. She started reading. Her voice was low and steady as she read. “…his fingers slid between her folds, slick with need, and she arched her back like an offering…”