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He only looked at me and never responded to that. He finally broke the silence. "So, you like to read? I saw the way your eyes lit up when you were in the library" he said. I felt a small blush creep into my cheeks at Stephen's observation. "Yes, I do like to read," I admitted. "Books have always been a source of comfort and escape for me, especially when things get tough. The library here is so beautiful, I have never seen anything like it, it's hard not to get lost in it. I used to save up money to buy pre-owned books from people back at home. My Papa taught me to love books. Every night I read him to sleep when I was home.”

Steadily I moved, trying to hide the sound of my movements. I managed to take four steps without alerting the old man. Four more steps remained but the man continued to read, completely unaware of another person's presence in his house. My heart pumped so hard it might as well have been drums announcing my presence. Still, the man casually flipped a yellowed and worn page from his semi-decomposed book, things were going as planned. My legs wobbled a little but I clenched my teeth, willing them to move forward. Only two more steps remained. You can do it, Titus!

I can see him all the way from my window. But when Madeline picks up, I hear unendingly loud crashes of things and wince. "What the hell's happening?" "I'm at the library r-room. Was dusting and rearranging the books when the book shelves collapse on me-ow!" She barely finishew before groaning in pain, causing the last word that proceeded out of her mouth to sound like a cat's Meow. I hang up, groan in frustration, cussing Madeline and her clumsiness, then make the decision to go get the pizza from the delivery guy myself.

"Okay, this should do. '' I muttered and settled down in the chair and moved it forward so I could read. I was so excited and happy that all I wanted was to stay in the most pleasant library I'd ever been to. The air was cool and pleasant. So quiet and serene like the waters of the ocean making it a suitable place to study It turned out I spent more than ten minutes going through all the books. I didn't know how long I spent in the library reading each book I set my eyes on. I was in a reading frenzy and I didn't want anyone to interrupt me. To my luck, there was no one around to know I didn't go to their school but after a long time. I stopped as I slammed the last science book shut and mas

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With shaky hands, and her heart beating ten times faster than normal, Hazel tried to read the instructions written in the book. Her anxiety caused her to go back over and over again as she kept on skipping lines. After minutes of reading, she decided she was ready. The book warned that if anything went wrong with the process, she may be lost forever. She knew there was a huge possibility for that but it was worth the risk. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths trying to calm herself. When she was finally calm, she started to utter the words that were written to be recited. She said them slowly and deliberately so as not to make any mistakes.

I called out to her. "It's not about where they sit to read, it's what they sit to read." She said vaguely and I arched a brow at her. She inclined her head towards the small table beside the couch and I took a step closer to it, lifting up the books to examine them. Something twitched in my jaw and I ground my teeth together as I stared at the books in my hand. 'A Luna's guide around a pack' 'How to be a good luna.' 'The ideal Luna.'

But as she scans the pages, the words seem to rearrange themselves before her eyes, transforming into a language she can understand. She begins to read, her voice low and steady as she recites the incantations, the spells, the rituals. The power within her surges in response, as if the words are feeding it, strengthening it. She feels a strange sense of connection, as if the book is speaking to her, guiding her, showing her the way.

She ran her fingers over the spines of the books, each one a gateway to a new adventure, a new lesson waiting to be learned. With a steaming cup of tea by her side, Hazel delved into her studies with unwavering focus and determination. The words on the pages danced before her eyes, transporting her to new realms of knowledge and discovery. She scribbled notes in her neat handwriting, absorbing the information like a sponge, eager to expand her mind and enrich her understanding of the world. As the hours passed, Hazel's dedication never wavered. The library transformed into her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in the depths of research and exploration. The quiet hum of studious

My body did the thing it always did, a small involuntary alertness, like an antenna adjusting. I turned a page. I heard his footsteps on the stairs. They slowed slightly outside my door. I kept my eyes on my book. The footsteps paused for just a moment, the way they sometimes did, like he was deciding something. Then they continued down the hall. His door opened and closed. I exhaled slowly and looked down at the page I hadn’t actually read. Done, I reminded myself. I started the page again from the beginning. Over the next week, I built a routine.