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Lora's mother had fled after giving birth to her daughter. She lifted the brick in the north corner of the room as she emptied the dungeon more carefully. "What is this book?" she inquired. The book was dusty, and the gold was almost faded, almost bronze. The title of the book was Life of the Witch. The book is about wizards and their interactions with the outer world. Lora read the book, sentence by sentence. A strange planet, yet she wished to visit it. The pages depicted a pleasant and quiet way of life. She saw herself growing up, her body perfect, producing beautiful curves with no scars, bruises, or blood flow in the corners of her lips.

' Just because she's a library Prefect doesn't give her the right to bully me ' Back to Present The book was titled ' Hero ' , for a normal person it sounded Cliche and Boring but not to me. Opening the first page, I was not suprised to see the Dedication, I read it silently and I was amazed to find out that the book was written by a Young Woman of 18. ' So there are Young Writers? ' I asked myself feeling suprised. Almost all the books we read in literature class were written by old Men and Women with some of the Deceased.

There was also some other things with funny shapes ones I didn't even want to know where they went. I held the golden balls in my hand and wondered what they were for. Some of the things in here I have seen at th club and the others where just a mystery to me, I saw things I didn't even know existed. There was other things on the shelf below but I had seen enough. There was also a bookshelf with actual books in them. I took the first book I saw and read out the title, it was a book by Shayla Black called Wicked Ties. I had never even heard of the author. My phone vibrated in my pickets, I saw that it was Bradley.

It had a snake and a skull and looked kind of epic, definitely something fantasy related. Flipping the cover over, I scanned the blurb on the back. It sounded pretty good. And the author? L.F. Welsh. The F had to stand for Ford, and though I didn’t know his last name, I would’ve put money on it being Welsh. Damn. Human Ford was an author. A fantasy author. With many books published, if the paperbacks were anything to go off of. And a successful fantasy author, if I was judging his house and car and whatnot.

But how could she even know the story if the book is not completed? "Maybe because she is the writer of the story", my subconscious mind called out. And of course, the idea was utterly bizarre, but then again this is exactly why it's called subconscious. A part of the brain which can never be realistic or logical. Sighing, I kept the book back in my bag and went over to the wildlife section. After finally screening the whole shelf for a few minutes, I finally got the one I was looking for. 'Wonders of The Wolf.' A chronological documentary on the lupus species.

I go through all the books as Gunner watches me, still not sure what I’m doing. I set the last book down and look over at him. “Did you figure out what you needed to?” He asks, and I purse my lips again. “I’m not sure what I figured out, but I think I’m onto something. More then half of these books were written by Albert Windshion and all of them written by him were written in the last fifteen years.” I explain and his face scrunches together, then he turns and picks up one of the books written by him. “What do you think that means?” He asks, and I shrug. “I don’t know, but don’t you find it strange? Maybe he knows something? Maybe the reason we’re not learning anything new is because there’

Vicariously, she’d experienced Anna’s thrill of excitement and couldn’t help but wish she was the woman in Gabe’s arms instead of her friend. Groaning, she rubbed the throb starting in her forehead. She wished she knew why she felt this way. It was so unlike her. Had living as a lady’s companion become so boring that she suddenly dreamed of improper things? What happened to the freedom she thought she’d have pretending to be a companion? For some reason, it wasn’t all she had wanted it to be. She pulled away from the tree and took slow steps away from her hiding area, taking great care to see if anyone was watching her. Once again, she was grateful that nobody had cared about the lady’s comp

she snickered. "Well, I love fantasy, action, thriller and suspense books but those books were different" he spoke with excitement. He liked talking about his favourite books. "Why?" "Is this an interview questions?" he chuckled while she smiled shyly at him. "Answer, maybe I can read it" "ARB101 book is a short story but I love the begin of the book, it started with Whatsapp chat while Adiya Amir is the sweetest of all. The book inspires me a lot" he finished.

Hi there, everyone. This is Shreya Sengupta, the author of this book, Healing Mr. Brown. Firstly, I would like to thank you all for reading and investing so much time in this book. Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work.

Wonders shall never end. THE END