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Ben asked, changing the topic. "Yes, just a story about two sisters." Ademide replied. "Wow, are you writing about us? What's the title of the book?" "Not about us." Ademide said and they spoke for longer about other things. Annie's dad is sick, Roshan is still away on the trip, Daniel is bothering Ben, Ademide wants to meet her sister's man. Really an interesting chapter right? Then, drop a review!

My paychecks—thin slips of paper earned by scrubbing office floors in the morning and standing behind a register in the evening—vanished as soon as I got them; rent, food, and bus fares. There is always a subtle sense of insufficient resources. Sometimes, late at night, when my siblings were asleep, I’d sit at the kitchen table, staring at the cracked ceiling. My chest would tighten, haunted by a single thought that echoed repeatedly until it hollowed me out: I am failing them. Tonight, as I walked through the storm, I paused in front of a boutique window. The glass was so clean it almost seemed to disappear, revealing a different world.

All I could see was the love that he had for me beyond his grey eyes. ~🥀🖤~ "I know words can never be enough So I will form kisses with these lips instead. I know this moment can never be enough, So I will spend forever with you instead." ~ Esha Varnav ~

"The way those slacks hugged him... makes a wolf want to do more than just growl." "Enough," Mateo snapped, the sound of his locker door slamming shut echoing like a gunshot. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to think about Lyon’s sharp, observant eyes or the way the man’s throat had worked when he tried to maintain his composure. Mateo loathed the journalist—especially after Lyon’s report on a barroom scuffle at the Neon Wave Club had cost him three months of the season. Lyon had painted him as a mindless brute when he’d actually been defending a pack-mate.

But she did not seem to hear me, taking the little girl’s hand and preparing to leave. I instinctively tried to follow, but a thin golden barrier stopped me. Written on it were the words, "On the path to the afterlife, those who’ve moved on will never meet again." I watched as a long-lost smile spread across Emma’s face. And as I smiled, I began to cry. In the end, Emma and I were never meant to be.

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

I knew Dean would only be satisfied seeing me humiliated like this. As the alcohol churned in my stomach, the words I meant to say—words pleading for help—died on my lips. Instead, I said, "We will find a way to pay off our family's debts, Mr. Potter. If you don't want to give us new projects, that's fine." Fred snapped back to attention, his anger flaring as he slapped me hard across the face. "Do you even realize what you're saying? Without Potter Enterprise, the Byrds are finished! How are you going to repay those debts?

The chairman went to face the old man, held his hand, and said, "Please have mercy on me, sir, I have said too many unpleasant words against you that demean your character. Judging you unfairly and making your son suffers for my brutish character. I have always looked down on you for being poor and for being an ex-convict, not realizing how unfair it was for me to do so. Please forgive me, sir! I beg of you!" The words he uttered moved the old gentleman. He knows well how his son was treated by the chairman. He knows how many times his son suffers and almost wishes to die just because he was mocked and belittled by the rich businessman. But that was all in the past now, he always tells his s

My words made everyone in the hospital ward look at Edwin, and they were all watching to see what he would do next. He hated being embarrassed, and he was so mad he looked like he was about to burst into flames. However, he could not say anything mean to his mom in front of everyone, so he just went to the bathroom. Mandy was still acting all sweet and innocent. She knocked on the bathroom door, lecturing Edwin, "You're being too cruel. Mom's been working herself to the bone for your family, and now, she's in the hospital. How could you blame her? That's not how a son should act!"