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By the next afternoon, the quiet tension is practically humming in my ears. Lounging on the far end of the couch, I have my legs stretched out and resting over the armrest. I’m wearing comfortable grey sweatpants that leave absolutely zero doubt about the current, frustrated state of my anatomy. A paperback sci-fi novel rests open on my chest. It’s a space opera about rogue smugglers, supposedly heavy on the action. Turns out, it’s even heavier on the smut. Scanning a particularly graphic paragraph on page two-hundred-and-four, a wicked idea forms in my mind.

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

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“I don’t know what she’s here for, but something tells me she’s got more surprises in store.” After talking with Grandpa on the porch, I sat by the desk near my old bed, fingers brushing against a draft I hadn’t touched in weeks. The title page was creased, edges curled from overthinking. I flipped past the first few pages, eyes skimming over the familiar story—the one where the male lead plotted every move to capture the attention of an aloof, unreadable woman. Little bit similar to Haze. I sighed and leaned back in the creaky chair, letting my gaze wander out the window, where the porch light painted golden streaks across the wood.

I didn’t want to appear desperate or make him think the wrong things. For these reasons, I found myself alone at home for a whole week after school. It was nice at first; I spent the days catching up on social media, watching TV and most especially, reading all the erotica I had saved on my phone and those I had borrowed from the store. I even tried my hand at writing my own book, which didn’t go so well. It was a good book to my standards, but by the fourth chapter, I realized that my male lead shared a suspiciously large amount of qualities with someone in real life. Daniel.

Mom chuckled and gave him a flying kiss. "Geez, I don't wanna see you guys flirt anymore. I am done. Goodnight dear folks." They wished me back as I went upstairs in my room. Taking a shower, I sat down at my bed. My gaze fell over the book kept on the table. Right, I should start with the assignment. "Myth of The Broken Throne". I mumbled opening the book. The pages were yellowish, a little tattered on the corners, clearing showing how old it was. Nonetheless, the classic vibes were all I needed to jump into the story.

But if she wasn't mysterious, I don't think the secret and everything else would be worth it. I shook my head, hoping the very action would rid me of the excessive thoughts in my head. Strangely it did, and the only thing I had in mind was to actually find out what F.S had to do in all of this. I took a deep breath before opening the first page of the book In my grip. "It was a hot sunny afternoon. " I read out loud, letting the rest of the words flow out freely and basking myself in the scenery my mind was creating.

And it didn’t take a genius to know that inviting an Ancient here was the ultimate form of disrespect an outsider could display to the Ancestors. “This isn’t interesting anymore,” Sunflower sighed before tossing the book she was reading to the side. She rolled expertly to the end of the bed to reach the lamp and turned it off, engulfing the room in darkness. The book she had been reading until just this moment had kept her company the entire day, and had served her well in Mane’s absence. It was an intriguing book that explored the mysteries of intellectual battles between two opposing forces, and she was almost at its end. However, her worry for Mane had made what would have been the climax

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

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