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They were misfits. Misfits healing misfits. Would you like to continue this tone into Chapter 6, where Johnny and Minnie’s past begins to subtly surface?

Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen

The fear ran all the way down to her bones, and because this person was Gideon, she knew that if it ever happened, it would shred her heart. Sure enough, at the beginning, she thought she could handle it. But once she really fell in, she would no longer be in control. Perhaps it would be better to slow down a little… Since there were still people outside, Phoebe just leaned against Gideon for a while longer before letting go. She looked much better now. She said, "Let's head back out." Gideon studied her expression. "If you still feel bad, we can stay a little longer." She smiled faintly. "Dr. Blackwood, I'm feeling much better."

"Apologies, but I don't want a man who's poor, impotent, and useless either." I had thought that Timothy would throw a fit of rage. However, he just smacked himself in the face and said, "You're right. I am useless. I didn't cherish what I had. I'll do anything you want as long as you forgive me." "I'm never going to marry someone who betrayed me in both lifetimes, Timothy. I'll never forgive you either." Timothy was shocked. "You… How could this be? Were you reborn, too?" I had no need to pretend in front of him anymore. "Yes, I was reborn. I've never forgotten how you treated me in my previous life. Just looking at you makes me sick to the core!"

I let the sentence trail off on purpose. Whatever Sienna imagined made her jump back. She protested, saying, "Of course not! I just wanted to see if you were asleep! Who knew you'd attack me!" I nodded seriously. "Next time, don't even think about waking me up. I don't sleep lightly, and this time I only punched you once. Who knows what could happen next time? "But I'm a kind person. Since you woke me up just this once, I won't hold it against you." With that, I lay back down.

He had barely picked himself up when I stuck out my claws and slashed right across his face down his back. It all happened in slow motion whereas the time difference was merely nanoseconds. He hissed in pain, roared so loud that it rattled the windows. Who would have thought that he would have to eat his own words? "Neilla!" I heard again and sought the direction of the voice. "Catch!" And a book came flying towards my hand. I recognized it as the book of spells and monsters. The one that gave me revelations, taking me back in time. Before Vincent could snatch it out of my grip, I was faster. As always.

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

"Writers write." She told Yetunde what the second book was. The particular shape of it — the after, the remaining, the continuing of the becoming. Yetunde listened with the quality of attention she brought to things she was interested in. When Adaeze finished there was a pause. "It's better than the first one," Yetunde said. Adaeze looked at the pages on the screen. "You haven't read it," she said. "I don't need to," Yetunde said. "The first book was about surviving something. The second book is about what you do with yourself after the surviving. The second book is what the first book was building toward without knowing it. That's always the better book."

Despite thinking this, I can’t stop taking a safe step back. It becomes an unspoken game, with each step he takes towards me, I take two back. A normal person will stop, but no, he persists, the corner of his mouth quickens up. I move again, bumping against something that sends me falling backward. I let out a gasp as my body lands on the sofa instead of the floor!

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha