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Belphegor asked while taking a quick glance at his sister still looking through bookshelves and going through books *SIGH* Celea sighted " Are you going to help me look for it if I tell you ? " She asked him still looking through books " That depends on the level of burden " He answered her question nonchalantly Celea smiled at his words " Well I guess that is a good enough deal for now " She said " So which book is it ?" Belphegor asked while standing up and walking next to her " The book of truth " " Hmmm, it's been a very long time since the last time someone mentioned that book "

I asked and he smirked. "I've been doing some studying lately. I found the book in the special collection section of the library" he said and I narrowed my eyes. "So what? You stole a book from a library?" I asked and he shrugged. "Maybe?" "Enzo, why would you do that?" "I found something about gods, godesses and demigods..." "Yeah, it's probably fiction" "No, it's not. Most of the things I found are true. The book was written by a Shaman who'd once entered the underworld"

In this woman's hands, holding a book that had started with one true sentence and become, page by page, the fullest version of the truth I knew how to tell. Still here. Always still here.

Christine took initiative to wash all the utensils post dinner. "Christine, Tell me who is the best cook? Sam or me?" Anna did not want to lose her best chef title to Sam. She had started recording button on her phone to record Christine's answer. Christine had no idea that Anna is recording their conversation so she gave her honest answer. Well, if Anna is going to record and send the clip to certain someone then she would have lied and had told that person's name.

After the party last night, saying goodbye to Ella, I asked her out for lunch this time, it was my turn to ask her out, she said yes. We went to our home with a big wide smile plastered on my face, this was the best birthday ever, how did she even managed to find a little that likes reading and books. She even work in the book shop, see my love for stories did pay out, we found her, we still didn’t know how to ask her about being a little, or being our little to be exact. But we did agree on taking things slow with her, on letting her get used to us on her own terms and conditions.

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She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

“And the plans?” Freya pulls out a leather bound book, handing it to me with a small smile. “By blood I wrote, by will I surrender, by trust you read.” She says, doing this with Druida, Cian and Angel as well. “This is everything I ever recorded Jess telling me, plus maps I have drawn from memory. You can read it now, no one else but me can.” Alora takes the book and puts it in her cross bag, making sure it’s secure in there. Freya exhales, looks at her mate whose eyes are as serious as they are dark with his inner storm.

The whole gala hall went from dead silence to shocked whispers and gasps. "Oh my god! Their identities are mixed up—it feels like we're in a movie!" "So Marshall is the real son? That poor thing. He's been through so much!" "The Bourns are terrible. They used their real son as a tool and treated the fake as if he were a treasure!" In the middle of that uproar, I picked up the microphone. "Wallace, there's one more thing in the safe." Wallace turned sharply and stared at me. I walked to the safe and took out another sealed folder from the bottom.