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I don’t have time for this. The soft ding of the elevator announces my arrival, and I step out, heading straight for Zoe’s room. My hands push the door open, and what I see stops me in my tracks. Zoe is lying on the bed, propped up on pillows, flipping through a book. She looks calm, completely at ease. And then I see it—the book in her hands. It’s the book. The same one I stole from the library. The werewolf book. My stomach twists as memories flood back, all the questions, all the warnings.

I ran to him, throwing myself into the dirt beside him, my tears washing the ash from his face. "We burned the page," he whispered, his eyes looking up at the unwritten margins of the sky. "We had to," I said, my gray-stained hand resting over his quiet heart. "A story that can't be edited is a story that can't be saved." From the shadows of the willow pavilion, the stranger who held the book stepped out into the morning light. He didn't look at the rusted iron giants or the blood in the snow. He looked at the leather book, where the hole in the third page was still smoking, its edges blackened by the fire of our defense.

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

His tanned skin contrasted with his orange shirt. "Good morning, Ma'am. You look so beautiful in the morning." His eyes almost disappeared because of his wide smile. "Morning." I smiled a bit. I went to the bench and sat there. I opened the book that I found at the library. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. I glanced at Sandro when he sat beside me. I just smiled at him before dropping my gaze on the book. "I did not know that you love reading," he commented. "Yup," I responded, eyes remained on the book.

Having been given a go-on signal, Leila took a deep breath before talking. "The books were with Mom's nanny after being stolen from Grandpa's mansion. It was then stolen by a person whom we don't know yet. The book is believed to be on Earth and not in the godly realm. The enemies whom we will be fighting have been searching for me thus it can't be them. If the one with the book was a good person, he or she should have returned it to our grandparents. And on the other hand, Josiah claims that it was left on his basket by his biological parents before being abandoned." "So in short, if Josiah has the book, we can retrieve it then find out his parents and know what they are planning or what as

With a shaking voice, he blurted, “You can’t kill me. I know what I've done, but I’m willing to change. You can keep me as your rat against the Russians.” I kept my calm, despite the revelation. From the look on Nico’s face, the word Russians had mistakenly slipped out of his lips. At least now I knew he was working with the Russian Mafia, popularly known as the Bratva, and smuggling women and children. This was all part of that big fucking chain that had started twenty-four years ago. If I was right, I knew who Nico and the other rats had been working for. “A traitor’s always a fucking traitor, Nico. You would’ve said the same thing to that damned bratkis if this situation were to be revers

he explained more discreetly. It finally dawned on Grey what Athon wzs saying. "Where is the book?" He inquired. "It has been stolen. The mountain demon must have seen the thief and he was killed," Athon replied. "Such an advanced and powerful book was in this library and it could not be protected or safe guarded. How careless are you all?" He asked him with his tone slightly raised. "My apologies, my Lord. It was well protected and not in the open. Besides, no one knows the content of the book and that was why we did not take extra precautions in protecting it," he explained.

I was once happy, that's what I remembered when everything is fine. Until one day a group of rebels invaded our house and slaughtered every member of my family. It was a blood bath. I got a chance to run in the forest, still, the rebels tailed me, shooting an ak47. I got hit but not fatal, hidden in the woods for hours then hours turn to days. I've eaten different insects. Hell, I even ate grass just to survive. They scouted the forest for days. I was too afraid to make a small noise because of my gut feeling telling me that they are still in the forest. Rainy night, I heard a gunshot. Then what follows up is a loud noise of a grenade launcher. I thought that was the end of me. Head down, cr

And what if Adrian was the man from that night? I sat up and pressed my fingers to my temples. My thoughts were going around and around and getting nowhere. Maybe I needed something to take my mind off it all. My eyes drifted to the side of the mattress where the book was hiding. I bit my lip. Then I reached down and pulled it out. “Just a few pages,” I told myself quietly. I leaned back on my pillows and opened the book. The story was better than I thought. It was about a secret love between a poor boy from the streets and a girl from a rich family.