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I take a deep breath to calm myself, remind myself why I’m here, and that regardless of him, I would achieve my objectives. I take a few more deep breaths before I feel more at ease in my center and pull open the book to get some studying done. I settle into the peaceful silence, going through each word and it’s meaning carefully while taking down notes with my pen. It goes on for a while. After about thirty minutes of silent reading passes, my eyes just move up to Silas on their own, out of pure curiosity to see what he’s doing. He remains in the same position, staring intently into his book before casually flipping a page. My curiosity on what exactly has his attention all wrapped up like

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon

My feet seem to move by themselves and before I knew it, I was standing behind her. Scanning over the contents on the pages I felt my body react. Clearing my throat, I look away and she jumps in response, a soft shriek escaping her lips. "Atlas." "Sensei!" Her face goes blank and she snapped the book shut. The cover catches my eye and I smile as realization sets in. "So that's what you read in school, Ms. Winters?" She glares at me before looking away.

Raia tried to look serious and avoid stuttering but his eyes can't look more real as he kept looking away from June. "Where did you get that book?" June asked him pertaining to the books he was holding. "H-huh? What do you mean? I borrowed this from the library," Raia replied then he held the books tighter. June slowly approached him while keeping his eyes on Raia. "That book...we saw it in Mr. Rayven's office..." June stated then stopped in front of Raia. "T-this is not... It's a different book," Raia can't stop stuttering while his eyes keep looking at random places. He didn’t notice that one of the books he was holding is already familiar to June. He didn’t even expect that June would eve

“What did she do to them?” I touch Silas’s brow, cold with sweat. “What she had to.” Hoping not to see the tears stung in their eyes but could feel the pain at their heart --- **The Veil’s Whisper** In the silence, the crack in the sky pulses not moving no momentum everything just still and stuck *Not healed. Dormant and waiting for the next action to take Hoping to heal and be calm at peace at everything not minding the direction it takes and unfolds Waiting for the perfect moment to strike and ready to deliver at everytime

“I can’t do it. I can’t tear out a page from the old book. But that’s just me.’ Leila nodded and walked off, though her fingers itched to take the book home. Something about that plate with River God attracted her attention. She hated the idea somebody would buy the book and tear it apart for cute pictures. In a way, she preferred to stumble across a missing volume by Professor Yellen, but her luck was tough as usual. So she finished with the market and drove back to Christina's. Wolfie greeted her with a lot of unconditional love, her tail wagging could’ve powered a small generator. Tom was at work, leaving Leila alone with the oversized mutt who thought it was a lapdog. Leila poured hersel

CHAPTER TWENTY — Duncan — At first, I didn’t notice. Her silence felt like a gift. Like closure. Like the end of a nightmare I could finally learn to forget. But silence has a way of creeping in—slow, unsettling, clawing at the back of your mind when you think you’re finally moving on. Now it’s everywhere. She’s everywhere. Even though she’s nowhere. --- Aphrodite Sivan is vanishing. Not dramatically. Not all at once.

Her hands moved too rapidly for me to make out what she meant. “If you’re trying to confess, you’ll have to go slower,” I said. Clara’s eyes widened in panic. She reached through the bars of the cell and caught my arm. I allowed it because I was curious what she wanted. One of her small hands cradled my wrist. The other traced a single finger along my palm, writing a message. The sensation was eerily familiar. I remembered that fluttering touch. I was blind, still weak from the wolfsbane poison.

with his own coffee and the Sicilian poet open in his lap. He had been reading. She had stood in the doorway watching him for a full minute before he turned. He had not said good morning. He had said ... "Page forty-two." She had gotten her own coffee and sat beside him and read page forty-two. It was about the sea at dawn. About the specific quality of silence that arrived between the end of night and the beginning of day. About the way that silence felt inhabited rather than empty. About the things that lived in it. She had read it twice.