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Whispers of the Grimoire

Scenario:chubby Gothic female author with blue eyes with glasses and dirty blonde hair with snake bite piercings holding a black cat with purple eyes while also reading a grimoire falls asleep while reading and wakes up in another world full of werewolves lycans dragons witch's daemons.She fated to the Triplets of this realm
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chubby Gothic female author with blue eyes with glasses and dirty blonde hair with snake bite piercings holding a black cat with purple eyes while also reading a grimoire falls asleep while reading and wakes up in another world full of werewolves lycans dragons witch's daemons.She fated to the Triplets of this realm
I love reading grimoires in the dead of night.
The words jump off the yellowed pages and burn themselves into my mind.
At least that’s how it feels.
The black ink bleeds into my fingers as I touch the page, filling me with its magic.
Sometimes I swear I can feel the spells unfolding within me as I read them.
Other times, I’m certain my eyes play tricks on me when the words appear to shift into another language before my very eyes.
I’ve tried every which way to read the hidden text, but it remains just that… hidden.
At least from me.
I let out a sigh and give up on trying to decipher the code as I close the book, running my hand over the cover one last time before rising from my plush throne of a chair.
It’s actually a high backed gothic pew, but no one needs to know that.
I need to get some sleep.
Reading all night has become my norm, but I have a book signing tonight, which means I need to at least appear somewhat human.