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Even though I knew it would be safer to end things now, I wanted to clutch onto any more time I could squeeze out of my relationship with Devin before he slipped out of my grasp. I had known that he would eventually leave me over my sexual limitations, but I hadn't anticipated that it would be this soon. I wasn't ready! It took me a bit to realize that he wasn't getting up. He seemed to be retrieving something from under the bed. When he returned to my side, he handed me a book. This was so far from what I had been expecting that I just fluttered my eyelashes in confusion. Devin pointed out the title, and once I was calm enough to actually comprehend what it said, I burst into giggles. The b

she continued, her voice reverential as she spoke of their divine creator. As I listened, I couldn't help but wonder about the nature of creation and the concept of divinity. Did we all possess a higher power, a force that breathed life into our existence? The idea that we were all connected by a shared origin and purpose was both comforting and daunting. And yet, I felt a stirring within me, a desire to uncover the mysteries of the universe and the truths that lay hidden beneath the surface. But I was never religious. Things were not makings sense to me but it was before me. They were before me.

~ DESTINY LAND~ “ Sister, that book is so good. It can not only play the story, but it can talk also and did .. did you just see that, the words … all the words are forming out of those beads. Woooaahh … !! I wonder who wrote it!” Exclaimed Choice looking down from heavens at the book that was displaying the words of second story in front of that old Empress. “ Father..” murmured Destiny to which Choice just gasped a mouthful of air into her lungs getting surprised.

In this weather? I was so surprised and ran to it sitting down on my knees I cleared the snow settled on it. It was a beautiful six petal white flower. As I was busy doing my important work I sensed someone staring at me. An uneasy feeling dwell in my heart and my head subconsciously moved up. There I saw something on the other side at some distance ahead, staring straight at me it's eyes boring into my soul. I couldn't figure out what it was but whatever that thing is, it's huge and black in colour.

It tasted like the night we carved our names into wood and believed wood could outlast empires. It tasted like the valley I will never reach and the children whose names I still whisper to the stars. If anyone ever finds this diary, tell them the last safe word worked. It just took sixty years for the right creatures to hear it. Tell them two teenagers invented a silly word because they thought the universe had no imagination. Tell them the universe listened harder than we ever did. Tell them a boy kept a pomegranate in his fist until it bled through his fingers and still never said the word.

**Chapter 102: Words That Cut Deep** The penthouse felt heavier the next morning, as if the manuscript itself had added invisible weight to the walls. I had barely slept, knowing Khalid was in the study with my words—my raw, unfiltered pain—laid bare before him. Every page he turned felt like another layer of my soul being exposed. The woman who had written those chapters late at night, tears blurring the screen, had never imagined the man who inspired them would one day read them.

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But Mia no longer felt like prey in a room of predators. She felt… present. Calvin glanced toward the stage as the foundation director began a speech. “I should circulate,” he said. “But I meant what I said.” “And what was that?” she asked. “That this doesn’t look like a woman collapsing.” His eyes held hers briefly. “It looks like someone recalibrating.” The word struck her again. Recalibrating. Not rebuilding from weakness but adjusting from strength. “I’ll have my assistant coordinate with yours,” she said. “I’ll look forward to it.”