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Where the book was to end would have left a strand of loose ends, kind of like my typical bonuses for those familiar, and that doesn't sit right with me—I mean, isn’t it sexy when powerful men grovel for their obsessions once a few things click into place? So, as frustrating as this is, it’s where I’m at. I’m sorry for the abruptness. Possible questions. Will you ‘really’ come back to finish the book? I would LOVE to finish act 3. I looove ‘yandere’ (obsessive) MLs, but I am not in the correct headspace for this 'kind' of book right now.

Do I take him with me? I was having second thoughts. Who knew what was going to be said. What if I needed him? Why was I such an overthinker? Visit J o- b- n- i b.com to read the complete chapters for free. If you are not reading this novel on Job ni b .c o m, some sentences are incompleteAlways thinking the worst and making things up in my head before they’ve even happened. It was stressful. My mind constant. The anxiety crippling me. Why did I always have to take life so seriously?

I mumbled, acting awkwardly. " Okay I understand honey, I'll talk to you, and don't hesitate to call me before you leave or if you need anything". "Okay hun, " I said and he gave me a peck on my forehead. Walking away, my head seemed to be fighting with thoughts. One of the disadvantages of being an overthinker and I am one of the people over thinking plus deep thinking captured. As I moved away to a distant place, I saw a seat which I sat back on. " Hmm," I sighed. " Why does this feel way too absurd? " I let out, placing my hands on my chest

I let out a small breath, rubbing my temple as I pace, again, because pacing has apparently become my entire personality now. “I’m overthinking this,” I mutter. I have to be. Because what are the odds? Really? I mean, I’m not some breathtaking, untouchable beauty that inspires obsession at first glance. I’m just… me. Awkward, quiet, always stuck in my own head. But then…… That doesn’t mean I’m wrong either. And that’s the part that keeps pulling me back in. Because it could go both ways. Either I’m losing it…Or I’m not.

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 I was reading a book when I realized I hadn’t understood a single line. The book remained open on my lap. My eyes moved across the words, line after line, but nothing made sense. It was as if I was only passing over them… without truly absorbing anything. I let out a soft sigh. I turned the page anyway. Automatic. The room was silent.

I know deep inside me, I was still unconscious of what was happening. My mind is still a mess, there are things I'm trying to fix and questions I'm trying to find answers to. Until now I still can't read the book. Something seems to be preventing me from doing that. Add Braeden's actions, I know I shouldn't have trusted him. I couldn't read his mind. He's so dangerous to be with, but maybe I was really born as a stubborn girl. I can't help it, I always wanted to be part of his plan, of what he was doing.

“What do you think about this?” Nico took the book and glanced through it, trying not to think about the electric jolts that had bolted up his spine at the brush of their fingers. He flipped through the book, his eyes taking in the words on the pages. “A reincarnation trope?” he asked, squinting his brows. “Mmhm.” “So why’s it so lackluster? I know I’m only skimming but I haven’t caught a single glimpse of anything interesting or attention-worthy in these pages.” Nico glanced up at Theo, a genuine confusion on his face. “Is this normal?”

"Amy!" someone shouted, after the door burst open and the sound of wood impacting the loud wall startled me. "Good grief," I turned around, after throwing all my books on the floor, why my hands were more concerned about protecting me from the crazy person who came like a deranged person into the room, "Lucas Fowler, damn it, you scared me half to death!"I complained angrily to my friend, who came in surprise to the place where I was; I slipped into an empty room to organize my books, since I had just been able to buy them when the bank released the money that I had stupidly established to buy my supplies for the next semester.

"Haven't yet. I don't think about it anymore." "Sounds good." "I was just overreacting." He looked at me with incredulity. "Maybe I just remembered the books I've read before that when someone called you and they cut the call, they're just trying to track you." "You spent too much reading romance novels." "I guess so... but I'm learning." "Like what?"

Her eyes narrowed over her glasses as she closed the book on her lap, shifting in her seat to be able to give me that motherly look of utter concern-disapproval she was so good at. "Nope." I shook my head before she could even open her mouth. "I'm not going to hear it." "I haven't said anything." "You're thinking it." I grimaced. "I can hear the wheels rolling." "And what am I thinking?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "You think it's too short, too uncovering and that if I can't impress them without showing too much then I shouldn't try at all." Her brow perked and she turned her attention back to the book, but I could tell she wasn't reading for the hint of a satisfied smile tugging h