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“You like books.” “You stole a stranger’s book.” He didn’t look ashamed. “They were not reading it, it was just laying around” I blinked. “So you took it?” “Yes.” “Because they were not reading it?” “Yes.” I couldn’t help it. A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. Mikhail glanced at me like he didn’t know what to do with the sound, then at the book like he wasn’t sure if he’d done something wrong. “It’s okay,” I said. “I appreciate the felony.”

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"Hidden love is better than open hate." - Matshona Dhliwayo Arthur's POV After a quiet night infront of the television forced to watch Ryan Gosling desperately trying to love some rich girl who's parents doesn't approve of them, but unlike real life things seem to work out for them. I peek over Lilith to find her fast asleep. People who tend to live separate lives should probably continue doing so. If someone writes a book about how a woman's mind works the first chapter should state why woman believe that love from two different worlds could actually work.

There was no electronic version to be found online. Most people's curiosity stopped there, but a few were determined to dig up the book's content. They were curious to know what could possibly make a lazy middle-aged man so absorbed in reading. Conveniently, the book was available for purchase online, so they eagerly placed their orders. And then… "Oh my gosh! Even someone like me who never reads novels was totally hooked!" "I started reading at midnight under the covers with a flashlight. I can't help but tremble with fear!"

~CAMILLE~ When I returned to the room, my eyes caught a book on the stool beside the bed. It was the one I had been reading yesterday before the heat—A Wolf Before Title. He must have taken it with him yesterday, since I was clinging to it before he arrived. That was thoughtful of him. Since I had nowhere to go today, I decided to read until the day ended. Picking up the book, I settled onto the bed, lying on my side, and opened to the next page. I hadn’t even finished the first paragraph when a thud came at the door.

Zayden As soon as I got done showering, I hurried and dried my body and hair, put on my clothes and walk out the door. I see my little mate sitting in the chair I left her in but with a book in hand. I slowly walk over to her and lean on the back of the chair. I notice she is reading my favorite book. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. “How do you like it so far?” I startled her apparently as she jumped as soon as I asked the question.

Read enough to understand the quality of what was happening. The first message she read that stopped her was from a woman she did not know, in a city she had never visited, who had apparently read the entire book between midnight and four in the morning and had written to say: I did not sleep. I could not sleep. Every time I thought I could put it down I found I could not put it down because it felt like putting down the only honest thing I had encountered in years. I have been in that kitchen. I have stood at that counter. I did not know anyone else had been there until this morning.

Walking home with that book felt like stealing light from the sky. In my room, I opened it slowly. The pages smelled like dust and ink. I didn’t understand most of the first chapter. But I didn’t close it. Every night after work, I read one page. Then another. Then another. At the restaurant, Jenna started calling me “Book Mouse.” Leo noticed too. “You falling asleep on your feet,” he grunted one night. “What’re you reading?” “Math,” I said. He blinked. Then shook his head. “Nuts.”

But it was there, like a low rumble of thunder before a storm, and it made something unsteady bubble in me. I couldn't help but admit, his chuckle was cute. Without another word, he reached out, pulling the book from my hands before I could react. His long fingers flipped it open, his sharp gaze scanning the title as his smirk deepened. Oh no. “A New Pet for the Mafia King by Liy Lah,” he read out loud, his voice slow, deliberate. His eyes lifted, locking onto mine with a sassy expression that made my stomach knot. “Interesting choice.” He muttered.