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Then answered. “My name has been erased so many times…” He smiled sadly. “…that even I no longer remember it.” ⸻ The Archive suddenly roared. Not spoke. ROARED. Its white light erupted across the cathedral. For the first time… It sounded afraid. “DO NOT SPEAK TO HIM.” “DO NOT LISTEN.” “DO NOT BELIEVE HIM.” ⸻ The stranger laughed softly. “You always panic.” He looked upward. “As if truth were more dangerous than lies.”

Never had I imagined that she had already borne another man's child—and that, over a single jealous remark from Bobby, she had decisively aborted ours. The abortion certificate shown in that video was nothing less than a brutal mockery of all the love and devotion I had given her over the years. It was laughable—utterly, bitterly laughable. "If it's just a godchild, would he call you 'mommy and daddy'? What else do you have to say?" I looked at Cynthia indifferently. There was nothing left in my heart but ice. She faltered for a moment, guilt flickering across her face, but still retorted stubbornly, "What's there to explain? Kids don't know any better. Calling familiar adults 'mommy and dad

Esther whispered to herself. “Are you alright?” the stranger asked softly. Esther’s throat tightened. She nodded quickly. “Yes. Thank you.” Her inner voice mocked her. You’re lying. You’re not alright. You’re drowning, and this man sees it. Don’t let him see more. Don’t let anyone see more. The stranger leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice. “You don’t belong here.” The words cut through her. Her smile faltered. “I don’t have a choice.”

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

"𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢, 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯, 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰—𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢." — 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫. Fucking a stranger in the washroom of a hospital while my classmate’s stepfather lay dying in the ER has to be my worst sin. But let me back up a bit, because this story starts with a bang—well, not that kind of bang.

What the hell was this uncle telling him to dance with strangers. "But uncle I'm waiting for Daddy .." Aiora's words were interrupted because Ellthan held out his hand. "Dance with me miss?" Ellthan stretched out his hand to look deeply at Aiora. Aiora swallowed his saliva. Damn why Ellthan is so handsome. As if bewitched by Aiora, she welcomes Ellthan's big hand.

she said ticking her tongue against her teeth. I fake-wailed. Because she was right. “But you have to snap out of it. You're going to regret it. That man has another babe that he brings to your house and flaunts in your face, disrespectfully. Girl, you better take your coochie elsewhere and get laid there” “Vivienne… I haven't seen that bitch in a while” “Think there might be trouble in paradise?” “I don't know” I hoped so. “I don't care,” I said with a nonchalant shrug. That was a lie.

I pleaded. "Well," Goodness began by rubbing his laps in an awkward manner. "Yesterday, I saw myself in a strange world that I have never been to in my life. In this world, I found myself lying on top of a wet bed. I don't know if the bed had been placed under the rain prior to my arrival. I don't even know what I was doing in that kind of bed in the first place. Everything in the world was strange. My hair color was brown, my fingers were as long as Jezebel in the Holy Bible. Truthfully, I looked like a beast who had been released from a cage. Just as you were surprised in your dream, I was also surprised to find myself on top of a wet bed. In my dream, there was a broken door close to the

Not because you are so sure a dreambender was calling you, it was true. Get over him! He was not worth it! She stepped back. This is nonsense. She won't waste her time anymore thinking about that man. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake." "Who are you? Have we met before?" She laughed. "If this is your way of asking for my name, I am sorry. I do not talk to strangers." But you’re talking to a man, a complete stranger in your dream? Beside you is a vampire who is only one minute away from jumping at the man. What’s the difference, Terah?