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Alarmed, Asty slowly crouched in the corner to peek. There he was, the once faceless Count of Erana. Once. Because from that day forward when he made his identity known, he was no more faceless. Chaol Dreemur XII is the literal meaning of divine perfection. Asty's face softened upon realizing that it was only him. The count had been inside the library this whole time, reading a book under the moonlight. No candles, no chairs. He was merely standing, leaning at the bookshelves with a calm expression on his face as he read the novel in his hands.

I snapped my head back at the sound of his voice to see him entering the balcony with some books in his hands. "How amazing you are." I watched how his cheeks went red and he smiled coyly sitting next to me, "What are those?" "Homework." He laid the books out in front of him, "Spell homework." "You have classes too as a count?" "Yes." He nodded pulling out a pencil from his pockets, "You have to learn a lot of things and I have years of work to catch up with with all that I have missed." I watched him settle down to work on his books in silence. I couldnt tell what was written on them as the language was foreign so I just stayed content with watching him gaze at his books intently trying to

Most were about history, leadership, strategy. But there were a few that surprised me. Poetry. Classic literature. A worn copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. I smiled despite everything. Xavier reading poetry felt… unexpected. I pulled the poetry book out. Flipped through it. Some pages were dog-eared. Lines underlined. “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” My throat tightened. I put the book back so fast you would think it burned me. Then I moved to his desk.

Then, indignantly, "Count, are you doubting me? Look at Miss Miranda—could she have written this?" "You misunderstand," Count Croyso’s smile was icy, "I’m just curious since I also appreciate flower-themed poetry." He turned to Miranda, "Did you write this?" Miranda trembled, "No... no... Father!" Charlotte's delight was palpable as he urged, "Count, she’s admitted it! Stealing my poem and slandering me—she must be punished!" Count Croyso’s voice was deceptively calm, "Stealing and slandering, indeed, deserve punishment. What do you suggest?"

(Count Monti) “.….yes I will…just wait..” Despite sometimes looking a little bit dense, Count Monti were Aeternum patriot. He knows the impact of Aeternum technology advancement and how valuable it is. So just like any intellectual Aeternums he knows that this status quo need to me maintain. I like this part of him, he wasn’t too greedy that it was enough to impaired his judgement for the better of Aeternum. Then at the same time, his persistent is annoying, I am sure that with my promise with him, the news that I would make the ‘car parks’ will soon spread among the nobles and maybe all over Aeternum, not long enough.

Count, he knew for a long time and is a witness not as a traitor, but as a senior eternal , the master by his name is a Spanish robber who for lack of money robbed, killed, and in the meantime learned to wield his sword, came to London with evil thoughts plot your murder and without your knowledge as an ordinary servant he makes up his mind with a vile plan, I prevent all this because I have been following his bad intentions for several months. The king fell as if he had fallen to the throne, the duke whiter than the purest white, his lips had faded, his eyes seemed fixed on a distinct spot on the marble, and the count kept the utmost calm of a witness deep in his thoughts, the knight of Pyl

, she wondered Monti lowered his head and kissed her passionately as if trying to make her understand how he was feeling and what he wanted Vivian kissed him back with the same passion, she had only a few days to spend in this house as it was then she would be back home marrying a man she didn't love, while she was still here she was going to try to make the best out of it Monti carried her and put her on her bed slowly laying on top of her His hands found her nipple which he played with making her let out a moan "You are beautiful" he said to Vivian whose eyes where closed enjoying the feel of his hands on her body Monti quickly started working on her little night dress and within a few sec

It’s the first real smell in the entire place. And books. Hundreds of them. Not decorator books arranged by color. Real books. Worn spines. Dog-eared pages. I run my fingers along the shelves. Financial theory. Biographies of Carnegie and Rockefeller. Philosophy. History. And fiction. I pull out a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. The spine creaks. Pages are yellowed, soft as cloth. I flip through and stop at the margin notes inked in neat, sharp handwriting. "Revenge consumes the avenger," written next to a passage about Edmond Dantès.

The anger in her heart almost burns through the roof. Damn Lucien! She sulkily goes to the bookshelf and sees that there is the book of The Count of Monte Cristo on the bookshelf. Nina then takes it down and reads it at random. Nina is fascinated by the book unexpectedly, and she reads it from the afternoon until the evening. It is not until the words on the page are no longer legible that she suddenly realizes it is dark. She turns on the floor lamp and is about to continue reading when Lucien calls.

I guessed that the worry that the noises in my head would sometimes catch up with me, was increasing my blood pressure. I was in their room reading the book Le Count De Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. When the door flung open quietly, Alfred peaked his head in, I guessed he thought I was going to be asleep. "You should be resting?" He slid his hands deep into his pockets. His lips turned into a smirk but I tried to ignore it. It was difficult because I found his looks to be captivating in some way. The way he stared at me, aroused me and he was quite aware, yet he continued to be his natural self and taunts me with my desires.