99/108 Novels & Stories

At bago ko pa man maturn-off . Aba naman...low-battery... pashut down na? Te-teka chinarge ko palang 'to?! Pero okey lang... pahiya pa tong phone ko... Tinignan ko uli ang subject... Haist... Magagawa ko'to. Halatang tahimik ang ilan mag-paint... Lalo na itong dalawa kong katabi. Ang bilis ng progression nila... Si Xavier.... 55% na

The caption read: [My stomach hurts so much, but Luca’s hands are so warm…] In the photo, a large hand rested against Gianna’s stomach. There was a scar on that hand, the same as the scar on Luca’s hand. I glanced at it briefly before silently removing the couple’s photo of Luca and me from my phone’s lock screen.

Just ten digits. Her heart began beating faster. “Okay,” she muttered under her breath, forcing herself upright. “Let’s see who you really are.” She opened her laptop and typed the number into a search engine. Nothing. No results. No business listing. No social media. No records at all. Her brows furrowed. “That’s impossible.” Everyone had something online. Everyone left traces. She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives.

“Zoey, Claire’s on the roof. I’m worried she might do something. I have to go.” Zoey frowned. “She pulls this twenty times a month. Has she ever actually jumped?” But Adrian didn’t respond. He didn’t even hear her. He was already halfway out the door. All he left behind was, “I’ll finish this conversation when I get back.” Zoey stood there, staring at the space he left behind, heart sinking. She didn’t wait for him like he said. Instead, she opened the memo app on her phone—and noted down one more reason Adrian had left her behind.

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It's been 3 days since I was fired, I have been trying Alfa's number for the past 3 days and its not connecting and it's devastating me the more. I rarely has the energy to do anything and my only source of joy is knowing my family is safe. *So how is mom recovery?* I asked chuks *She is getting really better and its not even up to a month, thanks to the high rank official that made sure they gave mom special attention* he replied and I knew he was talking about Alfa.

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing". A light tapping on the bedroom door got my attention so I got up to answer it, "Lanna, Gregory is everything ok?" I say opening the door wider for them to enter, "I just got another vision" "Are you ok Lanna?" I ask frowning because she looked so drained out "Yeah, I'm just tired anyway the message wasn't much but it was clear" "Ok" "The moon goddess said... TRUST IN EACHOTHER< BE AS ONE< WHEN THE TIME COMES THE TWINS AND THEIR MATES WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO" Lanna whispered "Ok, Lanna do you trust Shannon?"

It was a photo of him in his hospital bed, holding the tiramisu. The caption read: “Thanks, Annie. This is the best comfort dessert ever.” Underneath it, Annie had left a smiley face. I shoved my phone into my pocket, heart hollow. It had been ninety-nine times or maybe more than that. However, whatever the number was, it was time to let go.

I forced back the tears in my eyes and the vomit rising in my throat. ‘It’s fine,’ I told myself quietly. ‘With that, all 99 coupons have been used up. ‘I’m leaving you for good, Leonard.’

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