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Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

I guess now I’ll be able to say I went without food for 3 days as well. I pulled one of the books off the shelf, rolling my eyes at the title, “Cooking for the beginner.” I chuckled, “unless you have water dishes in you, you’ll be of no use to me.” I flipped to the first page and began reading. The book was about different herbs and spices that could be used to create soups. Bringing the book over to the desk, I opened the cabinet and began sniffing the contents to identify each one. I wrote them all down on a piece of paper numbered the way I placed them back into the cabinet. I bit of pride bloomed in my chest and Scarlett chuckled, “that was all me, don’t be so proud of yourself.”

Blake said, placing a bowl in front of me. I reached out and found the spoon. My hands were shaking so much that I could barely hold them. But I managed to get some soup into my mouth. It was warm. Chicken soup. It actually tasted good. I hated that it tasted good. I wanted to hate everything about this place. But my body was hungry. The baby was hungry. So I ate. Blake sat across from me. I could feel him watching me. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "How do you think I'm feeling?"

Then Yvrozz, glance at Zenah who was sitting on the sofa while reading a book, well she saw a book near on the sofa and the title took an interest to her that's why she decided to read it. He sat near to her, "What are you two talking with my mom?"He asked curiosly while looking at her who were reading a book seriously. "Nothing much really, we just talk about lives and other's, there's nothing really interesting about what we are talking about."She answered while still looking at the second page of the book. Since the sofa is a big, Yvrozz lay on the sofa making Zenah's thigh as his pillow, while Zenah just didn't mind it because she's focused on reading the book, titled 'The New Beginning'

I, Richard Newman, had been together with my girlfriend, Shanine Graham, for a long time. She was very innocent. Even though she had already given me her first time, she remained extremely conservative in bed. Unfortunately for her, I was the kind of guy who liked a little more excitement. I had bought her plenty of sexy stockings and outfits before, but she refused to wear any of them. It left me feeling disappointed, feeling as if something thrilling was missing from my life. One day, Shanine suddenly suggested that we go on a trip to relax. However, the day before we were supposed to leave, she suddenly changed her mind and insisted on bringing her best friend, Phoebe Norton, along.

The whole lot cost him one silver piece, and he ate lunch in the Lounge at Mrs Shiff's Inn. After a lunch of rich rabbit stew with a thick creamy sauce and freshly baked rolls, he went up to his room and put his new books on the shelf. He did a little reading in " Words of Power, the art of nonvocal communication", and marked out a few chapters in " Healing Hands, A healer's guide to mending tissue and bone". He left " Lifeforce, awakening healing magic", and " The Healer's compendium of fatal afflictions" for next Sunday's reading.

Nothing. A man reading something in complete silence is either reading something wonderful or something devastating. The men in this apartment had stopped having wonderful things to read weeks ago. I set the bowls on the table. Went back to the kitchen. Sat on the stool and ate my soup alone at the island and did not knock on the study door. The soup was good because I had made it from the recipe my mother had written on the back of a grocery receipt when I was seventeen. Lemon and white beans. The only thing that had tasted right to me since the nausea found its new accommodating rhythm.

THe entrances would not open as they were wary of outsiders. THe Collapsing was mostly in the fault of a few Sects from the COntinent getting involved and forcing their way in. . Snow People's Courtyard- . Bedalika had organized a small feast earlier. They watched as Ren ate everything like a savage. Bones were crushed and the meat was peeled off the carcass of animals. He even used his feet to pull food over to himself. The more he ate, the faster his Body Technique restored him. His arms filled out, and legs no longer looked like that of a mummy.

The gentle clinking of a spoon against porcelain echoed softly at the dining table. The scent of homemade chicken soup filled the room, seeping into the corners of Eliana’s unsettled mind. Shopia served the meal with care, even ladling the soup into Eliana’s bowl herself, like a real mother would. “This soup is made especially for you, Eliana. With real chicken bone broth and a touch of ginger. Good for warming the body… and the heart,” Shopia said gently, her eyes resting on Eliana with a warm, loving smile.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.