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Over the last few months, Vinnie and Giovanni had walked on eggshells, force fed me vitamins and made sure I got the right amount of exercise, even when all I wanted to do was sleep. It was warming up with the changing seasons and my feet were swollen, aching and sweaty. Vinnie ignored all my protests and took my hand, escorting me out of the car and into the marketplace of Barcelona. “Chiquita, Te ves radiante!” (You look radiant). Vinnie beamed, his cheeks dimpling as he looked down at me. “Parezco un…” (I look like a….) I searched for the word, but it was lost. “Whale!” I screamed at him playfully.

Every movement of his arm displays an existing vein that becomes even more prominent. "Took you guys long enough." "We passed by the gas station since someone forgot to have her filled up." And by someone, Xel brings his eyes to stare at Zale in a pointing way. The latter simply shrugs his shoulders, peering around the area as if he's looking for someone. "Lia's still upstairs sleeping." "But it's three in the afternoon." Ignoring Jin's comment, she leads them both to the living room and switches the TV screen on. Wild life of two deers having the dun of their lives causes Lisa to blanch and quickly flicked the channel to a child-friendly show: Miraculous Ladybug.

Eliza grabs her bag, and puts the things she’d hidden in her bra back in it and tucks it away under the clothes in the chest. But takes a bag of sweets and sits in bed with the book she’d found. There isn’t much else to do right now, she isn’t tired and the book’s interesting. Maybe not as interesting as the ones Morpheus had given her to read, but she isn’t about to be picky. It’s harder work to read, being in French, but at least it’s a language she knows.

Perfect! *Don't overthink and just go with the flow"Marcellus says as he elbows him... “Afternoon, my Lord's!” a stable boy in filthy trousers and a threadbare coat calls out as he approached us. “I’ll ’ave your beasts groomed and fed in a blink and also keep your carriages save!” Leaping down from the carriage, Nikolaus retrieves his purse from the breast pocket of his coat. Laying a shilling in the boy’s dirt-smudged hand, he then proceeded toward the open front door smiling like a fool.

He can't stop himself from smiling sweetly even though the silly eunuch isn't paying attention to him. Meanwhile, Xu Zhengming reads the book he just brought to the town square. It's entitled . He asked the vendor for the best-selling novel and recommended him this book he's currently reading with knitted eyebrows. He can't deny that this novel is good but for some reason, it's strange. "It's a novel." Without looking away from the book, he replies. "Honestly, I find this book interesting but it's somehow strange." The smiley Yin Wenyan slightly tilted his head. "Hmm? How so?"

PROLOGUE and Chapter 1 At ten o'clock in the evening, Yza stepped out onto the balcony of the boarding house she was renting. She rested her arms on the wooden railings, feeling the wind play with her damp and very dark hair. She gazed at her surroundings because sleep eluded her, so she chose to stay outside and let the breeze calm her. She glanced at her friend Tiffany, who was sound asleep, and envied her contentment. Yza, with only a year left in her studies, struggled through life. There were times when she thought that if she were just wealthy, her life wouldn't be this challenging.

Mia The seamstress’s shop smelled of fabric dye and pressed cotton, but it had begun to feel like a cage. Day after day, stitching hems and patching sleeves and delivering orders… I felt my bones grow restless. It was as if something beneath my skin wanted more than thread and needles. So that morning, I folded away the last tunic, handed the finished work to its owner, and told the seamstress I wouldn’t return. Her lips pursed, disappointment sharp in her eyes, but she only nodded.

“I made a promise with him when he fixed up my mess.” Hearing Zhu Wushang answer, Bastet nods before she materializes a black book in her hand. This book seems like an ancient book. This book cover was crafted from an unknown leather that seems to be a hide from a beast but somehow it’s not because of the cold feeling that emitted when touching the cover. “The true book of the dead… and this…” Bastet gives the book to Zhu Wushang before bringing her face toward Zhu Wushang as if she wants to kiss him but it got stopped by Zhu Wushang's hand.

Yes, Balric prayed and was still praying when the skittish girl found him. The girl of perhaps seventeen emerged from the darkness like one of the deabru, so much so Balric had his hand on the pommel of his sword before she fully emerged into the light spilling out from his small home. Her clothes, little better than rags, covered very little of her too thin form. He sniffed, catching her human scent and narrowed his eyes at her. “What do you seek, girl?”