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He nodded his little head in response as he immediately did what I said. After making sure he won't be found, I went ahead to look around the shelves, picking up the books and glancing through the pages, the smell of books was just calming. I got teary all of a sudden, tears threatened to fall and I blinked rapidly, trying to push it back. I picked a book by Ben Okri, I wasn't sure I read it cause the title sounded strange. "The famished road," I read out loud A soft continuous knock on the door caught my attention, I raised my head up, looking away from the book to the door. I opened it to find my other two nephews.

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To live, you have to die. Like all things born of fire and the moon, This story will begin at the end. What the hell did I just read? Was this book telling me that I would have to kill myself to gain life? As I read and reread the words, I felt a hole in my heart. There was no doubt, but I also couldn't understand how I could come to life after... leaving. I looked around the room, amazed. “Rhea,” I called my wolf. “What is this book asking me to do?” For the first time, she was as perplexed as I was.

It was clear the damage was caused by an attack and not decay of age. My chest sank deeper recalling the witch I met at the outskirts saying if my mother chose to stay alive they might have won the war. I pressed forward anyway, weaving through collapsed beams and scattered stones until something caught my eye, a small book half-buried in dirt, its leather cover cracked, pages swollen. I flipped it open and the first words nearly stopped my breath. “I couldn't go through with the abortion,” the rest of the words faded and I flipped trying to make sense of the first words I read.

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The ache in my heart turns to butterflies in my belly. There’s a rickety stool outside the den with a book sitting on it, a paperback that’s gotten soaked and dried at least once, opened like a fan. A bookmark made of braided grass is tucked between the pages. He reads? What is he reading? My wolf can’t read. All she can do to satisfy my curiosity is sniff the pages. They smell like they’ve been dew-dampened and baked in the sunshine many, many times. She bumps it off the chair with her enthusiasm, and Justus rescues it from the ground.

I go to the thermostat, and I see it’s been turned off. While I have the place to myself, I take the time to look around. Some would call it snooping, but I prefer to call it curiosity. Her bed is still unmade, and there’s an old T-shirt laying on the floor. I pick it up and take a deep breath. It smells just like her. On her nightstand is an old book. It looks like it’s been through the wringer. I pick it up and read the cover. ‘The Catcher in the Rye’.

If he wants to play a game with me, I will do it. …………………………………………………………………. When I wore my clothes, I went to the school garden while carrying my bag. Then, I sat on the bench. After that, I took a novel in my bag entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime,’ its writer was Mantus Taylor. Many people around the globe read his book. I opened the book, and I read chapter twenty-seven of it. “So, you are reading my book.” I heard Mantus say to me. So, I looked at him. He is holding two sandwiches right now. He is also wearing his watch in his right arm.

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.