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Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.

She gave me two books, and she asked me to read them if I had challenges concerning any of my teen problems. I was happy she showed that concern. At least, she was feeling guilty. One way or the other, it also shows she cares, "Andrew paused for a while, as he glanced slightly at both of them. "Books? Did they help you in any way?" Miguel asked "Trust me when I say it was probably the best set of books I ever had in my possession. It talked about various challenges and problems in both teenagers and youth. The title of the book is YOUNG PEOPLE ASK VOLUME 1. It also has a volume 2.

And that's enough to make me learn now. What I'm facing is far from romance and more painful. I snorted, looking at the psychology book. I put it back in the row and went back to looking for something interesting. Maybe contemporary novels, but I doubted that Sebastian had those here since most of what I saw were business, psychology, and a few history books. That's boring. I pulled out the back of a black-coloured book with no title. It didn't seem to be fiction or nonfiction—it was like a document book. Curious, I opened it, and there wasn't any title. It just had numbers 12-30. I didn't understand.

"You’re not done. Now sort the books by how interesting the titles sound." I spun around. "You’re kidding, right?" He gave a smug grin. "Call it a test of your intellectual instincts." Rolling my eyes so hard it nearly caused whiplash, I started pulling books off the shelf and organized them into very important categories: "Billionaire Brainwashing" (titles like How to Win at Negotiations, Stock Market Secrets—snoozefest.) "Mildly Interesting" (like The Psychology of Power—kind of creepy, but curious.)

I picked out a few books, checked the titles, and then dropped them back, they all smelled like old books. After much hesitation on what to read, I picked out a brown hard-covered book from the shelf, the title read "AN INEVITABLE END", and the font was written in a clean and neat write up which attracted me to it. It was so heavy, I had to get a sit, but before I could move away from the frame and go to the chair to check on it, a certain book fell off the stand and hit my leg hard, making me grimace in pain.

Alex hid a guilty smile behind his coffee mug. “After my meeting yesterday, and hearing Peter’s reaction to what I had written, I began to wonder if I even had a second book in me, in spite of what I told that reporter. Until you came over, Alex, the only words I could put on the paper were the title, and I wasn’t even sure that was an original idea. I’ve already seen five other Guilty Pleasures titles on the Internet and although you can’t copyright a title, it was just one more stumbling block that was added to my already formidable wall,”

“It was a fucking library” Neat and surprisingly well-maintained, the library was lit with a dim, golden glow. A fireplace in the corner lent a soft warmth to the room, making it feel oddly inviting. Towering shelves lined the walls, packed tightly with books. I stepped inside, the faint creak of the wooden floor breaking the silence. I picked a book at random, scanning its title: Leadership for the Ruthless. My nose wrinkled. “Why would anyone willingly read this?” Another title caught my eye: Tactics of Power. I rolled my eyes. Of course. What did I expect? The library of a Mafia Don would be filled with books on control and domination.

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

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