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They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

I had to wait until Valerie was back in town. She'd been away at work, also preparing the evidence that would clear my fucking name from the internet. I needed to get my life back, and to do that, the internet had to let me out of its jaws first. I settled for something else—pasta and sauce with cheese. Slowly, the day faded into night as the city lights in London blurred out but I hadn't realized. My blinds were always down—I was either in my room, laughing and feeling all sorts of emotion, just like now, as I flipped each page of the new book I'd started reading yesterday, “Claws And Blood" by Auraliss, my favorite writer.

"No one built it. It exists because stories exist. It is the place where forgotten tales go to wait." I approached the nearest shelf and reached for a book. Its surface was warm, pulsing with a gentle light. "Hello," I whispered. The book pulsed in response. I opened the first book. A story poured into my mind, vivid and alive. It was the tale of a wolf who had loved deeply and lost completely. A wolf who had been forgotten by everyone who knew her. A wolf who had faded into the void. I wept as I read her story. "Who was she?" Kael asked.

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

She dove into her bunk, pulled the satchel close, and fished the book back out. The words seemed to catch fire under her eyes as she read, her face scrunched in fierce interest. The longer she read, the less she felt the fear of the empty halls. The book was a trap and a lifeline all at once, pulling her deeper, deeper-until the world around her seemed to fall away. The packroom of Hollow-Six was hushed, shadows pooling in the corners. Outside, cadets shifted in their beds, unaware-or pretending not to know. But behind Lucian's closed door, the air was different.

I sank into the worn velvet armchair tucked between the stacks, the one customers sometimes used to read a chapter before buying. I opened the book. The first story was about a librarian and a stranger who came in after hours. I laughed under my breath. Too on the nose. But I kept reading. The words were lush, explicit. The stranger’s hands on her thighs, the way he whispered commands against her ear, the slow build of tension until she begged. My pulse quickened. Heat pooled low in my belly. I glanced around—the shop was empty, windows dark, street noise muffled by snow. I was alone.

"The man was wearing a tactical vest. He called Leo's dad, 'The Commander.'" Thorne looked up from the book, his eyes locking onto Theo’s. Behind the spectacles, Thorne’s eyes were no longer kind; they were the eyes of a wolf who had seen cities burn. "Thorne, what is it?" Mia asked, her voice trembling as she stood behind Theo. "What is written in this book is true right?” Mia probed further while Mia remained quiet at the corner. Thorne closed the book with a heavy thud. He reached out and pulled Finn into his lap, his grip firm and protective.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

Like you. Your sister, Zee. I glanced up from the letter and stared at the old church at a distance. I was at the address that she had left for me. The neighbourhood was quiet and looked almost abandoned. I lived in a block where there were children everywhere, old people jogging, parents yelling and pets barking and mewing. But this place was straight out of a haunted movie. I rubbed the corner of my eyes, feeling them moist. I had to stop reading this letter, for fuck’s sake.

Anita would spend hours browsing the internet until finally, she clicked on a link that changed her life. "mmmm, what is this, on my feed?" Anita mused as she slowed her scrolling to a stop, on the top of her feed there was a novel that was recommended to her by one of her F******k friends. The cover displayed a man and woman that were intimately intertwined, and on the woman's wrist were chains, and in the man's hand, there was a red riding crop. The novel instantly caught Anita's interest, she was not a virgin but she was innocent still in many ways so seeing the cover of this book piqued her interest so she gave it a chance, and this one fateful moment in time ended up opening her eyes to