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I look back at the store and see the stores name in old english lettering Reading Nook. I couldnt help but smile as I walked away. Now it was time to find out who Lorna really was.

Noel smiled and silently uttered. "By then, I will wait." *** That night, as usual, Noel opened up his library in a random and hidden place, where it was reserved for only those with adventurous soul. While waiting, he read some new books that he bought from online shopping. Due to his interest in online shopping, or, to be precise, addiction, he bought a dozen boxes of books, all just to fill his collection. When the gremlins knew about that, they almost scolded him but then he said,

Towards the back, I found more crystals and among them was the high-rank mana accumulator I was looking for. On my way to buy it, I noticed they had a small section of different books for sale. As I looked at what was for sale, I saw they were all to do with magic. Apart from one of them, one was a book on parenting, 'Babies first fire, a new parents guide for newborns. Is this a magic shop or a baby store? I'm glad Larry can't see what book I'm looking at; I just know he would tease me again if he knew...'

This was completely depressing. The book store that normally had its shelves crammed with books was open, but the shelves were becoming noticeably bare. I ducked under the “75% off” banner and went inside. I found the children’s section and bought several board books and children’s classics for Aire. I smiled at the kindly old lady who ran the store. I wondered if she was happy about being pushed into selling her store, but I refrained from asking. I was too afraid of what her answer might be. I grinned when I saw the sign at the quirky store on the corner that sold nearly-new shoes, handbags, and accessories. Their big banner read, “Still open and not selling out!”

He put a fruit basket on a small table specially available to customers. “Thank you.” The dominant Alpha laughed from ear to his friend's warm embrace. Then he put the fruit basket into the back room specifically for a place to rest. His eyes looked over the entire building in the shop owned by his friend with a big smile. He had already thought that his friend had a good taste in business. Although the size of the building is small, but when going inside, it does not look cramped. Various stationery are neatly arranged on the high shelf and several notebooks with aesthetic designs are displayed at the front desk of the entrance to attract attention. The most interesting thing is that there

“No perfume sets. No gift cards. She wants to know you thought about her.” I tilted my head. “So…like a handwritten poem on silk cloth or a rare Egyptian spice box?” Noah gave me a look. “Funny. You’re hilarious.” I smirked. “Just trying to help.” We ducked into a boutique-style store that sold handmade candles, bathrobes, mugs, and everything else that screamed lovingly overpriced. The kind of store that made you want to buy something just so you could say, I got this from that place with the tiny succulents and hand-written thank-you notes.

"Can I get a look at the new arrivals?" "Of course," the lady nodded. "Right this way if you may ma'am." Najmah trailed behind her, gazing at various isles of books. They stopped by a counter which was marked 'New arrivals' boldly. She picked a few that caught her eyes then paid using her card. Promising to drrop by again when she had free time, she waved a goodbye at the lady then stepped out of the bookstore. Najmah picked a few books that caught her eyes then paid using her card. She said goodbye to the lady after promising to drop by when she had free time.

On one side of the room was a spacious closet, which I assumed housed a vast collection of designer clothes and accessories. He had a little bookshelf next to the floor length dressing mirror, filled with different books on different subjects, their spines slightly worn out and not coated with dust, a clear sign he still reads them. I knew Noah graduated with the best grades but I had no idea he still read. A hot rich nerd, impressive. I've always had a thing for the smart ones. "What are you looking for?" He asked curiously.

"Then no." They worked in easy silence after that. The store was narrow, crammed with secondhand fiction, occult guides, poetry chapbooks, and weirdly specific memoirs no one asked for but somehow still sold. Aria loved it. The smell, the hush, the way time bent in corners when you were surrounded by too many lives stacked on dusty shelves. A box waited behind the counter. Niko tapped it. "From some estate guy. Might be haunted." "Everything in here might be haunted."

I vaguely heard Brenda asking them about someone named Ciara I think, I just ignored them and kept my eyes fixed on the prize. What prize you may ask because we both know you wanna know so I for one don't like being in suspense so I wouldn't want to keep you in suspense either. The prize in question was a glass bookshelf filled with lots of books—I could already see Nora Roberts, Karen Morning, and lots of my favorite authors' stories on the shelf. My feet moved towards them. I wanted to feel the books. I craved the scent of new books and oh sweet Lord they had a hammock installed in the house right beside the bookshelf!