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He looked really happy to see that I was doing okay. "You're reading this?" He asked, picking up a copy of Wuthering heights, ever since I learnt that it was Dimitri's favorite book I decided to give It a try. I had Gemini get me a copy of wuthering heights. Fourteen chapters in and I can see why Dimitri loves the book so much. The book was just too captivating. "Yeah, it helps me pass time." I murmured.

she said, her tone still cold. I nodded, but a small sigh slipped out as I followed her downstairs. The house was quiet, almost too quiet. It felt like I was just going through the motions, each step mechanical. When we reached the living room, Hailey handed me a book from the pocket of her apron. It was Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. She placed it in my hands without a word, but I couldn’t help the bitter laugh that bubbled up inside me.

There were titles I'd never seen before and several I had, like Wuthering Heights, The Great Gatsby, and To Kill a Mockingbird. He came over, pulled Wuthering Heights from its place and started flipping through the pages. "I can't bring anyone back from the dead. I can't kill anybody." He turned and touched my cheek. "And I can't make someone fall in love." He caressed my jawline with him thumb. I shivered and tried to cover it up with a smirk. "What can you do?" He smelled delicious, like exotic spices and oranges. "Why don't you tell me what you want, and I'll let you know if it's possible." His thumb touched my bottom lip.

I walked past the bookcases, running my fingers over the bindings as I did so. I stopped on a book I wanted to read; Wuthering Heights, and pulled it out. I then sat down in the dark corner, leaning against the shelves and began to read. It had been a while since I had simply read, being on the run left little time for such luxuries. It felt nice to do something so mundane for a while. I lost track of how long I was reading for, but it must have been a while. At the part where Edgar Linton begins to fall sick, I heard someone clear their throat. I jumped and looked up to see Brody leaning against the bookshelf; watching me with a smirk.

His eyes browse the spines of books, fingers expertly, and gently pulling them down, one after the other, with the carefulness and precision of a new mother and her baby. “Oh my! I can’t believe this book is still here!” he exclaims, then drops the said book carefully, putting the others back just as gently, it makes me chuckle. “I read this book at least thirty times.” “That good?” I say with a raised brow. He has a precious smile on his face, and I now know the perfect name for him, it was always there, I just didn’t realize it. “Yeah, a classic too, Wuthering Heights.”

A reader? I feel drawn to the shelf like a moth to a flame. My fingers trail over the spines — classic literature, philosophy, ancient history. Lost in the titles, my eyes land on a beautiful leather-bound edition of Wuthering Heights. I rise onto my toes, straining, my fingers just brushing its edge. It wobbles and then falls from the shelf with a heavy thud that sends a cloud of dust into the air making me sneeze twice.

His Cotton boots and Cotton trousers are obviously designed to adapt to the cold Nordic environment. The second hero is Su, who is defined as a shooter. His appearance comes from the native Indians of North America. For creating Su's appearance, the game company added a War bonnet which is a unique headdress for the Indians. Among the Indian people, the color and the way of wearing the feather on War bonnet symbolize different social status. In addition, Su also wore a small tanned apron made by leather and a wild cowhide cape and shawl, which were very traditional costumes for Indian men. On his left hand, th

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"This woman is useful when she isn't idle. Do you need anything Ava?" I smiled at her words before my eyes rested on her hand which held a well read Wuthering Heights. "Nice read Lory." I said before walking further into the room as she gestured for me to come closer. She stared at the book lovingly, before holding it close to her chest. "My favourite of all times. You read too?" I offered her a small smile. "I did, while in highschool. Now, I barely have time to finish my course load textbooks."