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Author's Note: Hello. If there is someone who is reading this book, as you can see I made a mistake for publishing the other chapters. I'm so sorry. My phone lags that's why it happens. Forgive me. I hope you guys still enjoy reading my book. I will try to finish the book this month. ~*~ KEVIN'S (HIRO'S) POINT OF VIEW

I can speak but I choose not to because I'm afraid. My legs are barely usable from the constant broken bones that healed incorrectly. Standing or walking for more than ten minutes I start to have pain in my bones. Yet I still have to do everything around the house I have learned to endure the pain. It also doesn't help that I don't know how to read or write since no one ever taught me I had to learn things from observation. I remember when I was about six or seven there was a little girl named Anna who lived next door to me. She sometimes would sneak over when no one was home and we'd play. She taught me many things like colors, shapes, and numbers.

This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor. And that person's last name was Carver. After thanking the police, I left the station. On the way home, I remembered a weird phone call I'd gotten once. The number was unfamiliar, and all I could hear on the other end was muffled sobbing. I lifted my head and looked up at the blazing sun. Its warmth washed over me. "What do you feel like eating today, babe?" Julian asked, his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Anything you make will be perfect," I said.

Then she tapped it with a smile. Her very first novella [Is there a reason "why?”]. That is the title of the book. Leah purchased it online. Her eyeglass is on the desk. Leah pats softly, opens, and put on at her blurry eyes. Leah arranged her glasses and moved the book. [IS THERE A REASON "WHY?”] A light novel [Light Novel]

Looking around, I saw that there's a lot of bookshelves around here, plus a bean bag area for the people who prefer to read their books here. How amazing is this place! So warm and cozy. My mom would be happy to be here. I proceeded to the Fiction Section, it is my favorite genre ever since. While looking for a good book to read, there's this book that caught my attention, it absolutely doesn't belong in this category. It was at the back of all the books in here. Maybe others were just too lazy to put it back on its designated shelf. The book was entitled: How To Save A Life. It was about a girl who had her heart broken by a jerk, started rebuilding herself, but decided to end her life after

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Chad answered immediately, grabbed a dish towel, and shoved it into Kara's mouth. With a cold expression, I poured myself a glass of water and walked into the study. In my past life, before I married Kara, she wasn't like this. It was my own fault for reading people wrong, and that was why I had died so miserably back then. After Michelle and I got engaged, we set our wedding date for one month later. During that time, I brought her all kinds of rare gifts, and she sometimes gave me small things in return, like ties and cufflinks.

"I won't even ask where it came from" We eat, then sit in the living room beside the fire reading. There's a shelf with books, all kinds of books and Carla said she wanted me to read to her. The last time I read anything was back in college. Other than the comments on my I*******m, I don't read. Later when she's asleep, I pick a novel. Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. It looks interesting so I settle down and read it.

I stared at it long enough to consume the thought that I made it this far. I read the chapter from the top and made sure there are less errors. The feeling was unexplainable. I did it. I finished the novel. I took a deep sigh of relief as I saved it and closed my laptop. I stared at the view- mountains, big trees, green valleys, the lake, children playing with their kites-a home. While enjoying the view, a van suddenly stopped in front of our house. I waited until I saw a familiar figure of someone-her dark complexion, her cury hair, and finally..her lovely face.