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I also won't beg. I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it. In the beginning, there were two. In the beginning, one male, one female. In the beginning, no war, no famine. In the beginning, love. Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events happened. This book is about their history. I stop myself. My history. It's told by a female Shadow Warrior named Nalista.

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 110

She blinked her eyes. Ailina’s POV: I just wanted to tease Ricky. I was curious if he would read the book as Siri did. He cast of glance at the name of the book and read, “Reborn To Get My True Love.” His mouth twitched. “Do you like this type of novel?” I coughed softly, “Although the name of this novel sound boring, it’s quite good. You can read it to kill time.” He nodded. He turned the first page. After reading a paragraph, he frowned and asked, “Does the heroine lost one leg?”

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‘NOW THE FIGHT BEGINS MAY THE BEST BITCH WIN’ After he read the paper, he laughed evilly earning a look from his men then they started exchanging looks with each other they could see the look on his face, and it was clear to them that there will be bloodshed. Silas felt insulted. This little mouse had the nerve to insult him maybe it’s because he never relieved his true side to her that’s why she’s acting so bold but what he didn’t know was that Nicole was putting everything in the line to avenge her best friend Chloe and the Reed family’s death as she owed them too much. She wasn’t even afraid that in the process she might lose her life but instead she was really to lose her life if it mean

I sit once again in silence, I begin to hear a hum in the distance. I look up and stare straight ahead as a faint light no bigger than pin prick, which quickly began to multiply in every direction. Until the once dark prison was full of bright light that quickly surrounded me. It was all the power I had released being reabsorbed into my body. My flesh glowing and warmth invaded my soul. I could now feel the missing pieces of soul reuniting feeling whole again. Before I could relish in feeling one again, I felt an odd sensation in my center like a hot poker burning me from the inside out. I scream and claw at my middle; the pain only intensifies. The burning spreads to every limb until I’m co

Blake had held a little hope for Sadie, but all his hopes were now gone. He lowered his eyes. There was a self-deprecatory look in them. "You don't remember me, do you? "Do you remember helping a boy in a wheelchair fifteen years ago, on the night of New Year's Eve?" Sadie frowned as she tried to remember. Her memory went back more than a decade. It was New Year's Eve that night. Sadie's mother had not gotten sick yet, and they were managing to get by. Her mother wanted Sadie to buy some drinks back home. Sadie saw a group of kids bullying a young boy in a wheelchair outside the supermarket.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was the start of something new— Once again; not that that means anything. ** {Revna's POV}

The specific sequence of improbable events that had led from a chapel I had walked into like a prisoner to this terrace on a Hudson Valley morning with these people around this table. And yet here it was. Entirely real. Entirely chosen. Entirely worth everything it had cost. “I want to tell you something,” I said to Adrian. He looked at me. “I started writing again this morning,” I said. “Before you woke up. An hour before, maybe. I was lying there listening to the birds and I had my notebook and I wrote three pages.” I paused. “Not about my father specifically. About this. About the morning after the wedding and what it feels like to be on the other side of something hard and find that the