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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?

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

Finally, Emily's due date crept up. The pack healer told her to stay off her feet and move into the pack clinic. But James had other plans—two expecting wolves giving birth at the same time? Perfect cover for a swap. Emily didn't like the risk, but she played along. Came back to the manor, eyeing my bump like it might explode. Three more days. Then she cracked. Even through the wall, I heard her sobbing to James. Two hours later—knock on my door. He walked in, fake smile locked in place, holding that "tonic." Same one from my last life.

Ambling towards the door, I took one final look back before reach for the doorknob, "I will get you back, I promise." Twisting the handle, I stepped through the door, finding myself back in the factory right next to Al, who was still unconscious. Amber was still not back and I am glad, I didn't need to hear that this is my fault and I should let Al be. But— What should I do? How will I— his spine. He did say the sediment was traveling up his spine and to his brain. Rolling him over to his side, I flickered my hand, slicing a horizontal opening on his neckline, "Hey!" Amber stumbled in, "What do you think you're doing?"

Not one bit. They encountered a few stray zombies on the two day walk home, but Rex handled things quickly and without mishap. It was as if dealing with walking corpses had become second nature to him. Kendra thought about mentioning the look in the eyes of the zombies who had surrounded the tree that she’d climbed into for safety, but then thought better of it. That conversation could wait for another day.

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Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

Her eyelids, which were still closed, contracted as she moved her head restlessly from side to side. “Zia?!” “Miss Zia?!” “Are you finally awake?.” The voices overlapped, distracting Zia from her unending nightmare. She had a dream. A dream where terrible things had happened. She’d had… a miscarriage. She got divorced, and the man who had promised to be there for her through the bad times… had shot her in the foot at her lowest point. Warm fingers wrapped around her shaky ones, offering a feeling of comfort. Zia’s eyelashes fluttered. Her eyelids parted as she slowly fitted her aching eyes to the stark brightness of the room.

Kathilyn then sighed, feeling hurt by what he just said as if he hated being with her. "You know what, Ben? Fine, I'll leave. I don't care about you anymore." Kathilyn stomped her feet, walking out of Benjamin's house. "You stupid Ben. Did you even know how much I was worried about you? You damn bastard!" Kathilyn cursed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she walked wherever her feet took her. As she grew tired, she finally stopped walking and sat on a bench in the street. She sighed as looked down at the floor. Just then, she heard a heavy panting bear her and she looked around to see Benjamin was panting heavily as if he was trying to catch his breath from running.

Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library! "I'm sorry! I haven't stolen anything! I don't do drugs! I haven't even seen any type of drugs before... Well, I have, you know, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol, Advil, Lo— Well that's not the point! The point is, I don't deserve to die! I'm so young and growing..." Charlie keeps rambling on in a high-pitched voice. The mysterious man scrunches up his brows as an amused look crosses his eyes. Charlie would've noticed this if she wasn't staring at his big hands that clutch two duffle bags in a tight grip.