Entropy Trilogy 1: Melting The Hate

Entropy Trilogy 1: Melting The Hate

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[ Entropy Trilogy #1 ] What surprises are waiting ahead of them as their destiny being entangled with each other? What will happen if love and hate collide? Will they be able to melt the rage, the hatred?

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48 Chapters
Prologue
 "Dale!" I called him, crying. But he never looked back rather he walked faster.  My chest tightens. I can not breathe. I've never felt this kind of pain before. I didn't expect it to be this painful. It felt like a knife were pushed into my heart. It's unbearable. My vision went blurry because I am crying hard. I couldn't stand the pain so I fell on the sand. It felt so heavy, dragging my whole world down. My tears were still running down to my cheeks. Unstoppable. "Dale. . . " He noticed what happened to me, he turned his back on me. I saw that his hands were formed into fists. I know that he's still holding that photo. I wasn't wrong when he threw that with anger on the seashore.  "You know, woman?" His
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Chapter 1
                                        Clarriese Zyah's POV   “Name?” “Clarriese Zyah Tehran.” “Age?” “18.” “Department?” “Journalism Department.” “If you were chosen to be one of the new members of the team today—” Dwight and I both stopped when we heard the bell rang. She was asking me questions like I am in actual interview or the search of new staffers. It’s already 7:30 in the morning and we need to attend our first-period class. There are still lot of students outside. Some are walking fast because they are getting late for their class. Yet most of the students who are in other department were riding in bicycle. This way, they'll arrive sooner at their building. The campus was quiet vas
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Chapter 2
Dale Daniel's POV It is a new busy day for me. Riona just searched for the new aspiring writers for the team. After informing their respective advisers, I hurriedly went to Riona’s place. I am sure that they are waiting for me now. Since Mr. Bob is not around, our adviser in the school paper, I need to handle the team alone. The session started with letting them introduce themselves. While the process is going on I noticed someone is staring at me. Lot of girls have their eyes on me but only this woman caught my attention. She’s familiar, I thought. Where and when did I see her? I am sure that I did. A few seconds went by and I finally recalled that memory. It was her, the woman that I accidentally bumped with my bicycle yesterday. I haven’t said a formal apology yet. It’s not that I am not sorry, I am really in a hurry. 
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Chapter 3
Dale Daniel’s POV It’s already three o’clock in the morning, but I am still here, wide awake. Every time I closed my eyes, it’s her face that I saw, her smile. Her voice just echoed to my ears, breaking the deafening silence of the night. I rubbed both my hands in my face to let out the frustration growing inside my chest. It’s been so many days already but still, every night when I closed my eyes, I could picture her image in my head, her smiles even more vivid the more I thought to cast the thought away. I wonder what is happening to me. Are there damaged nerves or tissues inside my brain?  “You’ve never been alone, Dale.” When I hear that word, it creeps into my heart. I’ve had goosebumps. It’s been a while since I heard such words.  “Papa!” I cried. I accidentally lost the toy that my dad gave me. Since it’s the first toy that he gav
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Chapter 4
Clarriese Zyah's POVThe past months I'd spent at Riona were all priceless. We, the new members, met new friends and got closer to our seniors. Among all of them, Aethryl was the senior I'm closed with. I really admire how she lived her life even when she was alone. What I mean is, she doesn't have a father, her mother is working somewhere far away, and her twin sister is studying abroad, they're even not on good terms. But still, she chooses to understand everything, she chooses to prolong her patience. When we talked about life, she always mentioned that everything that happened in her life happens for a reason, with a purpose. And she added that she is not alone in her journey because she was loved by the Lord, and He is with her throughout the journey. "Zy, can you print this document out?" Aethryl called, giving her instruction.
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Chapter 5
Clarriese Zyah's POV"I have something to tell you.""What is it?" I asked, excited to hear what he was going to say.Silence dominates the ambiance since it's just the two of us here. The other staffers are having their snacks at the cafeteria."Actually," he started hesitantly, his hand landed on the bridge of his nose. "Yes?""I—"He couldn't finish his word when someone came in at the office."Did I disturb you two?" Aron Ryle asked as he entered the room."No. You did not, kuya," I responded."You've been here for so long in Riona, Zy. You're still calling me "kuya." He flashed a quick smile. "You can call me the way you call Dale." "My apologies. I've got used to it." I chuckled a bit."What are you
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Chapter 6
Clarriese Zyah's POV Today is the day of our Christmas party. As I stepped at the entrance of our campus, I saw all the people with smiles on their faces, carrying their gifts. Some of the students were holding balloons and bouquets. I also saw some students wearing Santa Claus hats.  I went straight to our classroom first to leave some of my belongings. Dwight wasn't around yet when I came in.  "Tine, I'll go to Riona first," I informed Christine, our classroom president. She is now arranging our food at the table at the front. She stopped and turned her gaze towards my direction. "Sure, Zy," she responded. "You've done your part already," she added.  
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Chapter 7
Dale Daniel's POV Day after our Christmas, I got up early in the morning because Manang Lydia woke me up, informing me that my grandmother was calling. "Sir Dale!" I heard her from outside. I forced myself to open my sleepy eyes. "Madam is calling!" she added.  I felt the heaviness in my body, tiredness is still present in me. I got up lazily and opened the door of my room. "Thanks, Manang Lydia," I said after she passed me the keypad phone. Manang Lydia and my grandmother were pretty close. Back when I was a child it was both of them who looked after me after my father passed away. My father. . . Papa. 
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Chapter 8
Dale Daniel’s POV December 15  Today we are taking off to the province where Zyah’s grandmother lives.  And today is also... Also... I couldn’t stop the excitement in me when I was pulling my suitcase inside the airport. Yes, I could get excited too. During these past years, I barely went out of town. It's not my cup of tea. If not Johnny and Ryle forcing me to go with them, I probably just stay at home keeping myself occupied with books.  At the airport, I was the first one who came. I composed a message in our group chat, asking where they are. They all replied to
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Chapter 9
Dale Daniel's POV I never expected in my life that I could encounter something like this, that today would ever come. We walked over 2 kilometers, traversing the muddy way to our destination. Sweat beaded on our foreheads as we raised our feet for another step, ensuring that we wouldn't stumble. It’s a good thing that Zyah’s grandfather fetched us. When we reached Zyah’s grandmother’s house, a perfectly new atmosphere welcomed us. The two-story house was made up of woods, surrounded by its garden. Various colors and sorts of flowers and plants gave positive vibes in the area.  The ambiance made me feel that I was thrown back many years ago. The mood, it gives me chills.  Our feet were coated with dirt. We went straight to the Artesian well a
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