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He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously. "I don't know." I shrug and look at the books around me. "Anyone can write but it takes a special kind of person to just have a way with words. Authors are the second best people to have the touch with words." I trace my fingers along the cover of Shatter Me by Tahera Mafi. "Who's the first?" Aidan asks. I snap my head up to look at him. "Song writers. There is nothing that can make you feel as much as the perfect song." I give him a small smile and continue tracing the book.

“Come with me.” Winter walked around the library. She then went to the very corner of the room, pressed the room button and made it open. A secret room that holds magic books for tier one witches. The book was flying, unlike the books in the front room which were neatly arranged on the shelves. Helena just found out there was a room like this. Each book was coated in fairy powder, so it could fly on its own. “This is the book!” Winter exclaimed. She reached for a book with a red cover; a book that could show a map of the world.

Still in shape, preserved where time never runs to eat and fade everything away. Winona draws a cunning smile on her face, as she said. “Still as pristine. I wonder if that book is still in here.” She teasingly thought. Knew and all along that the book that she means is still placed and secure within the protection of the library. The book that she loves to read from way past and always, the only book that contains the information of the seven existing worlds. “Seven deadly sins, seven worlds, and the seven books. Maybe I’ll spare a little time to read it again.”

I am certain that the shock I felt was written on my face, even as a horse. Hades! The first car, which I conclude is Rio’s, is the biggest car I’ve seen in my life! And Haera’s, who is a lot smaller than his, is still big enough compared to those we are using at Audravaria. Aside from that, these cars look so odd. I already learned about these on the book I was reading about Earth—I’ve quite read a lot about this world, after all—but it’s still strange to see their actual look.

Not even the professional tent she performed on the summer had that kind of structure, but those messed up people thought their home should have a triple-height ceiling to compensate for their small dicks. She wandered around the room, getting familiar with the place. Bounced a bit on the perfectly laid bed, messed the order of books too clean to have ever been read. She had a little bit of time before she needed to get ready because they made her arrive two hours before the show. The action figures were kind of cool, but still too systematically organized for her taste. The owner even sorted them out by cinematic universe, for Christ's sake! Kiara couldn't help herself and switched the Hulk

* * When I got to the classroom, my attention was just centered on Donald. Oh my! He looked absolutely breathtaking in his uniform. Oh God! I can't believe I'm in the same grade as Donald and I'll get to see him everyday. Who knows, I might have the opportunity to even touch him. A teacher entered the classroom and I was surprised when a very beautiful and classy girl smashed a laptop saying she couldn't open it. I was really so surprised. But how? She looked really classy like someone from a very wealthy home. But I didn't get to see her face properly because I was seating behind her at the back.

Michael's pov - As I sit in my office, surrounded by the trappings of success, my thoughts drift towards Tuberose. It has been two months since her book was published, and its impact on my life has been nothing short of remarkable. My business has soared to new heights, and her words have resonated with millions of readers worldwide. The book has become a sensation, selling three million copies in just two months, making it the best-selling book of all time. I owe a debt of gratitude to Tuberose for this incredible achievement.