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I went through books in romance section. I found my one and only favourite book, of all time called 'Stolen' by Lucy Christopher. She is an amazing writer. I have read the whole book more than 3 times and here i am reading it again. The book is more like thriller than romance but i love it anyways. I sat on the corner table and read the book. It felt amazing to read the book again. The girl gets kidnapped from an airport, the boy who kidnaps her, in this book is described as a hot guy.

Never. With the way her heart pounded, the murderer knew she was fucked. -- "Welcome to Dheeksha! I grew up here, in the tunnels." "In here?" Jean Luc did not seem like he believed it. He followed Raven as they walked beyond the darkness. They had their only source of light thanks to Celie. "What's that?" Jean Luc asked after a few minutes of silence. He pointed to a black box, unattended at the side of a running sewer. The smell is horrible.

Flashback* Ahmed Nawaz was in his cabin, working on his laptop when he heard noises coming from outside. He thought of ignoring it when someone barged into the office. "At least listen to me." Dayyan's pleading voice came as he entered the cabin. But what shocked Ahmed wasn't Dayyan coming to his cabin, neither it was Dayyan's guilty posture. What truly stunned Ahmed Nawaz was a young girl who entered the cabin with Dayyan. Clad in denim jeans shirt and black trousers, the girl's main highlight were her loud red lipstick and a determined expression on her face.

After a brief scolding from my teacher, I was sent to assist the librarian. The library was a sanctuary of towering shelves and soft whispers, its grandeur unexpectedly breathtaking. The scent of aged books and polished wood wrapped around me like a comforting cloak. Wandering through the aisles, I stumbled upon a dimly lit corner that exuded an eerie presence. A single book stood out—its cover blank and edges charred. Curious, I picked it up. "Weird," I muttered, flipping through its brittle pages. My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page.

“You know what I’m reading, of course you do.” “I haven’t researched it as I stalked you on camera if that’s what you’re referring to.” Max smiled. “It’s a novel about a woman who rescued thousands of children by smuggling them out of the Warsaw Ghetto in World War II.” “Sounds heroic,” Max said. “I’ve just started, seems good so far.” Abby paused. Max seemed different, more reserved if it was possible. Reserved and distracted. “What’s wrong? Have you heard something?” His eyes shot to hers. “What makes you say that?”

Beautiful iridescent murals covered the walls, and the nearly unlimited power sources available to the society meant that being underground never meant feeling as if you were in a cave. Well. . . Rarely. For about an hour, Jacquard had been tracking the thief who narrowly escaped. The thief left with a book. He did not know the title but he felt it will definitely be one of the ancient books. He went straight to the shelf as if it was pointed to him. He felt unrest. After the whole thing, still, none of the guards showed up. It was as if they had been informed not to interfere. He felt so confused. Why did the guards not come to his aid even when they heard those deafening noises from inside

She closed the glass doors of the foyer behind her and walked towards Aella, then sat on the couch beside her. "I wanted to finish this book before I come out. It's quite interesting." Aella said and waved the book in her face. "Ohh!" Louve collected the book from her and examined the cover. "I know of this one. Logan and I were huge fans of Joan Aiken while growing up." Aella smiled "Really?" "Yes. This book used to be his favorite, but I didn't like it much. Too much killing of innocent children to me." she raised the book up. The title read 'The Stolen Lake.'

While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country. The book seemed like a very interesting read, maybe after Blake was done with the book, I could read after him. In the meantime, I bring out my phone and I open the app I have for books. I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing.

I try for my words to sound Stern but even I could hear the uncertainty drenched into my voice. “Of course.” Victor nodded as he approach me before leaning in closer. “If this was anyone else you would not have gotten away with this.” He whisper into my ear as I pass him. I figured that would be the case, but I was never one hundred percent certain; I couldn’t believe that he would let it go so far. Even with the death of his only son, until now. I had my suspicion before but I wasn’t in any position to ask questions. I grew up in this house. I learnt everything I know by slipping through these halls as a kid. I heard things for god-sake. I delivered those checks to the children’s home every

It smelled of rank B&O and stale fries. When he got to his feet, he was a little dizzy, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He had found some old books and a few blades stain with what looked like blood. He started digging around on the desk hoping to find something, but he didn’t know what. That is when he came across an old leather-bound book with strange writing across it. He saw the pictures of a crystal cross that had emeralds lined down the middle. Well, that helped Thomas understand why the cross ended up being very important but why did he have a piece of it?