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I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle another yawn. Despite being incredibly tired, I decide to jot down the recent events in my personal journal, my confidant that I made myself. The design is beautiful, the cover is a velvety hardcover with an image of a butterfly, in gradient colors of pink, blue, and yellow. The journal is completely covered, giving it the appearance of a small bag with a zipper. I end up falling asleep, and as I shift to my side, the journal slips from my lap.

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

I smile at her. “Go, open it.” She insists happily. “I thought about you when I saw it so I instantly bought it right away.” I started opening the paper bag and saw a notebook that seemed like a journey or something and a cute hand-knitted slipper inside. “That is a Mamentos Before Child Pregnancy Journal so you could write down everything you want to.” “Oh Gwyneth that’s so sweet of you. Thank you.” I said as I examined the journal before throwing myself to her. “This means so much to me. Thank you.

I reply twirling what seemed like a small black diary between my fingers. The book was small, thin and made from a burnish leather material that made it ever so easy to hide between the pages. No inscription of writing was on the cover, and it was so small it was almost inconsequential to even bother turning the pages. But obviously someone had gone through the trouble of ensuring it was hidden, which meant, it might actually be important. "I'm going to sleep. " "Whatever, " I replied taking a seat near the window opening the book. "Could you just be nice to me for once brother? It's heart breaking. "

Rearranging the books, I found a small brown book wedged behind them, but it didn’t have a title or seem to belong to the library. While putting the library books up, I took the unmarked book and opened the cover to see if something was inside to help me figure out where the book went. The cover had nothing, so I flipped the page and saw it was a journal. The handwriting looked familiar as if I had seen it before. Flipping the pages, I skimmed the contents and saw that it discussed microchips. It was also about changed wolves. I took the book to the loft to find out if it was related to the same thing I wanted to create.

he was still as cocky as ever, typical Beta. After he said that no bumps would appear because the book seemed light, he took it. We both stared at the book that appeared to be a journal. We gave each other a curious look. Why would there be a journal on the shelves of the encyclopedia at the library? I knew it was wrong to look through someone else's diary, but my curiosity got the best of me. I took the journal from Ace and started to flip through it. The journal seemed old; the pages of the book were turning brown. There were liquid stains on some of the pages too. The diary was well organized, there were no lines, but the entries were styled.

When she can't stop them from fighting, Mother Tree decided to create the most powerful Alpha that will control the four clans. Mother Tree send the message to the four clan, she uses her power to invite the four leader of Alpha's. The leader of the Red Eyes were named Imre. Imre read the message from Mother Tree through the use of the projector that he needed to go to the Sanctuary of Life. He was at the meeting that time but he've got to glance at the projector and saw the message. He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave.

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

Behind it, wedged into the hollow space, was a bundle wrapped in yellowing muslin, stained at the corners with a brownish hue that made her blood chill. She drew it out carefully. The fabric crackled like parchment in her fingers. Inside lay a thick, leather-bound book. Her pulse throbbed in her ears. A journal. *** Savannah sat cross-legged on the floor, spine pressed against the tall bookshelf. The journal rested in her lap, heavy as a tombstone. She ran her fingers over the cracked leather cover, tracing the faded initials burnt into it. M.Q. The pages were delicate, yellowed, speckled with dried blood and smudged ink. Each one breathed secrets.