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"What, nothing to say?" Kain sneered. "Didn't you have all that fire a second ago? Or are you finally scared?" Lena slipped in, voice syrupy sweet. "Eve probably remembered the stories about Cayce." She gave Kain's sleeve a dainty tug, but her eyes drilled into me. "If she really bonds with him, there might not even be bones left to bury." Laughter rippled through the crowd. A few young wolves whistled, right on cue.

I can not get what I want, I can not like others who in an instant can get many readers. On this path that is not bright enough, I think I would like to go to the world of my novel. I want to enjoy my life, and be able to chat with a good vampire king. Yes, I created the main character in a novel and then made him a friend in my life. Yes, this is my life. I do not have many friends, even the word 'friend' as very heavy in my life.

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

Nevertheless, he never thought of abandoning me, nor did he expect me to disappear from their lives. "Mr. Shaw." A maid in the living room spoke up after finding a note and a bank card I had left behind.

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

Did he sense something. Did he notice that I wasn't really reading the book? I thought, looking at the book in my hands (My Life Saver by Lilian Finn). What a weird coincidental name for a book. Twenty minutes past eleven p.m. When did time fly so fast? I survived today, tomorrow is going to be another day. "Let's get ready for it." I said, resting my head on my pillow and hugging the book, My Life Saver. ***Day eleven***

She had been naive enough to believe all these other deceased men had gone to somewhere like New York, or maybe San Francisco, and had started a better life. Lani felt stupid as she recalled all the times she'd called Alistar Raven in hopes his new wife would pick up the phone and ask why some random girl was calling her husband. She'd hoped she'd hear the sounds of a little one crying or laughing in the background... She'd prayed for a better life for him, and for what? He was already dead. "How could you?" she voiced, slowly turning toward Jax and Isabella. "Lani, what're you talking about, nina?" Isabella replied, crossing her arms and raising her brows.

The only connection that I had with life and my existence on earth was pain. I felt numb without the pain, felt nothingness, at least the pain made me feel like something, it made me feel a little, like other humans. Without the pain, I was totally detached from reality, totally removed from the realm where normal people lived. He took a copy of the book he had been reading and turned the back page to write something. It was a copy of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. A modernist novel that we were currently reading. His copy wasn’t brand new, it had dog pages, had been read over and over again. With some lines underlined.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

“This is a novel that I came up with, one of a kind. He was the only and first to read it. Don't worry, I have a lot of novels of all kinds, you can read them slowly." When the Queen heard that, she was satisfied and followed the servant to wash her face, eat a bowl of chicken soup, and then go to the army. Eric, after seeing the Queen go to sleep, left with peace of mind and did not forget to bring some novels that were afraid that the Queen would be upset and secretly read them. Eric stayed close to the room next to the Queen to have something to pass quickly.