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Yet, almost three textbooks have already been disposed of in the corner, insightful but useless to Z’s situation. One rainy night, she came across a tattered book in the pile of books she ought to read. It was the first book the librarian gave her but owing to its old look and almost ruined cover, she neglected it and decided to have a look at those with an eye-catching cover. Now that she looked at it again, she felt a certain spark of magic twinkling from it. She traced the pattern embossed on the cover, thinking that it would have been better to see it freshly printed. From the stains and dirt blurring the illustration of an eye pierced by an arrow, she’d seen the words, ‘Scars: Magic Unk

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If sunrise ever had a scent, I would say it was Valentina’s. I flipped through the pages of her notes and inhaled the scent of each page, I wanted Valentina’s scent burnt to my brain. I was looking for more notes when a book toppled and fell out of her bag, landing on my chest. The book was titled “Valentine’s Day.” By “Guillotine” I have seen her clinging unto this particular book before, she went everywhere and anywhere with it. It was probably one of the contemporary romance books with a weak-ass female lead, a plot lacking storyline, and thousands of sex scenes, yet she seemed to cherish this one book.

I had been perceiving it ever since I walked into the room. Gertrude left the room immediately, while I was left with Rex, who was looking for a piece of paper to draft a letter with. He knocked over a stack of books on his table, and it crashed on the floor. The scent became stronger, making me go back in to help him pick up the books, The moment I bent down the scent hit me hard. It was a tacky, floral aroma, that had caused me sleepless nights. I traced the source and picked up the book; it was a scented, linen-bound, and hand-stitched notebook.

I smile as I received a message from his sister. I look around the room. It's well maintained but screams so bachelor. It looks like there's no touch of woman in this space, so opposite to the cabin in their estate. I got so sleepy that's why I rested my back on the bed. The sheets are freshly washed that I can smell the scent of perfume used.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

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When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

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