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“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Once inside, I decided to take a look at all the sets she bought. I admit I have a raging hard-on after looking at the green, black, white, and purple sets. Especially the purple set. It’s probably the most revealing of all the sets. I put them all back in the bags and set them aside. As I’m finishing making room for Sinclair in the closet, I hear the bathroom door open and smell the tempting scent of honey and bergamot wafting through the room. Thor is in my head panting. I don’t blame him. I’m already hard from looking at those sets, and now I can smell her scent. I come out of the closet, and Sinclair is standing there with her hands trying to cover herself.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

I suppose given time their colors would possibly show but until then I will attempt to believe that this Cyrus guy was decent. I set my apartment keys on the kitchen table and hoped that Jem wasn’t going to move them by morning. Why was my life so strange and complicated when it came to the paranormal shit? Why did this happen to me? Of all people, why me? I hardly had any friends to really enjoy a decent day with and when I told them about my ability to “See” the other side. They ended up never speaking to me ever again. It hurt but like all other things I moved on. I hated being alone in all this and not having somebody to talk to about these strange and weird situations. To have someone r

When she was gone, Trisha turned to the two boys and looked at their faces one after the other before talking. “So, what's wrong?” she asked. “Mummy is here,” she added and they all burst into a small laugh. It was so good to be together and the warmth that radiated around them made Harold feel like they'll all be fine. They couldn't be stopped. Wilkes began speaking before he did. “There's this dude. His name is…” “…Wade.” “Yeah, Wade,” Wilkes repeated then continued. “He's so odd we don't even believe he's a student. Right, Harold?”

I know something is going to happen. After half the day has passed and I managed to get my locker cleaned out from that god awful gunk and got my books replaced, I make my way back to my locker and switch out book for what I need next, when I put in the combo numbers for my locker I am a bit hesitant to open it again, but when I do I quickly jump back and when nothing happens I release the breath I was holding. When I am sure nothing is going to happen, I get the books I need for my last class for the day and realize I’m almost late, so I make my way to class.

Happy smiles on their lips, so bright that it is impossible to look straight. Everything is like the past has changed. The other woman took her mother's life, and the other girl took hers. Her father, it seemed, was no longer her father. Aurora feels like falling into a fog, everything becomes blurry, and there is no way out. Suddenly, a loud voice rang in her ear, pulling her out of her own world: - Hello, an outcast of time. Aurora widened her eyes in surprise, she turned her head to look at the voice. There was a clock floating in the white mist. The other watch even makes a body with dew, just like a human.

They chorused in unison, making my insides twist in terror. Hello, guys. It's your favourite Author here. I'm really excited about this book, being a reverse harem and a unique book loaded with suspense and unexpected love triangle. I would really appreciate your engagement; likes, comments, gifts, gems etc. Don't forget to drop your opinion about every chapter. No chapter is boring. If you are confused, send a message, I'll reply to clear the air. You can reach out to me on f.b Oluwaseun Oyogho Stories, Ins.t@ Seun Oyogho. Happy reading ❤️