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I heard the voice of my uncle Brian Pearson shouting while holding a sign. I turned my head in surprise and saw him wheeling my elderly grandmother towards me. Brian seemed to have not changed much in my memory, and my grandma's eyes remained loving. "Krista, let me look at you carefully!" My grandmother caressed my hand, her eyes also filled with tears. "My dear, you suffered there. But when you come back to my place, no one will ever bully you again." My grandma held my hand tightly and refused to let go. I never mentioned to them what had happened between me and Ayden. Maybe it was because the tiredness on my face couldn't be concealed anymore, or maybe it was the telepathy between a gran

Then I asked him about his favorite books, nervous. “I don’t read much,” he admitted. “Too busy with training. But my sister makes me read sometimes. What about you? Tell me about that space book.” I hesitated, then said a few simple things about stars and black holes. My words came out slow at first, but he listened like he really cared. No jokes. No rolling his eyes. For the first time in years, my shoulders didn’t feel so tight. My breathing got easier. The scary feeling in my stomach faded bit by bit.

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar

Holland Blackness came first—thick and velvet, like someone turned the world inside out and let me sink into the lining. Voices moved through it, far away and underwater: Todd’s steady baritone, Banks clipped and sure, Remy’s voice so close to my skin it felt like warmth more than sound. They dimmed until they could have been something I dreamed on purpose. Then the black grew thin. A paler shade pressed through, the way morning edges around closed curtains.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

"I feel everything and nothing at the same time." "It's normal," he removed his glasses. "did you talk?" "Not really. I couldn't afford to set eyes on him for long." "I understand you," he brought out a plain burgundy book from a stack of other books that was on his left side and forwarded it to Louisa, "THE TALES OF A PAST, by Dick Malcolm, when your mum and I began to fall apart after the incident happened..." he admirably smiled at Louisa, "I read this book often. Every day and night. I was furious to the bone, yes, like any other person in my shoes would but ended up realizing that I was the root of the cause and encasing so much anger will do no good to me or my family."

Nothing, no scent, no sound, no sign that anyone had entered. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I clutched my pounding head. I staggered to my feet, guided only by the pale moonlight spilling through the window. My body felt like lead, weak, empty, and starving, my throat burned with dryness. I stumbled into the kitchen and drank water. I set the cup down, and that’s when it happened. A sharp, agonizing crack split through my bones, my knees buckled. No. Not again. I screamed as the shift overtook me, my bones twisting, reshaping, skin tearing. The black wolf emerged, ruthless and wild, trapping my soul behind its eyes.

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