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"And... don’t ever mention this to anyone. Is that taken?" "Okay, Jay, but at least let me help," Alex insisted. Jayden wanted to decline, but Diana interrupted him. "Sure, only if you drive us to the hospital," she said. Micheal was already unconscious. Alex nodded quickly. "Where is the car?”. "It's over there," Jayden pointed toward a red Jeep. Alex Holt immediately admired the car and its richness. “Is this your car?”. He asked, astonished. "Be fast, Alex!" Jayden snapped, and the man hurried to bring the car to them.

Genna asked and that was like adding salt to Eve's wound, “So annoying” Eve hissed and left “I didn't send you to cause trouble” Genna smiled checking her face in the mirror while she strolled off. *Hey guys update for this book is starting on 5th December stay tune!

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

I'd promised her a long time ago that I'd protect her, and now, it was time to step up and make good on that. The road we used to get to the lake had never been paved, and it was littered with potholes that made the ride down bumpy. Brock followed behind Sheriff Patton, who seemed to have thrown caution to the wind as he flew over the old country road. At last, we hit the paved street, and the ride evened out. Randi sat up and pulled out of my embrace. "It's my fault, Austin." Brock leaned forward to face her while he continued to check the road in front of him. "How is it your fault?"

My breath hitched as we took a step in. “It really is the same,” I breathed as my eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the bed. “Even the combat book you always read is still on the bed,” Robin muttered with a chuckle, pointing to the book that was carefully placed at the corner of the bed. My eyes stung as I stared at it. It was like time stopped in here while all that chaos was going on out there… and now that we were back here, it was like all that chaos didn’t even happen.

They went rolling down the mountain slope and the road was cleared. I removed the barricade and announced that the path was clear. I watched contentedly as Elsa drove smoothly towards St. Normans’. I didn’t go to St. Normans’ rather I went back to Dixonville. On reaching home I took out the book from under my jacket. I ran my hand over the cover of the book. I was about to throw it into the fire when I remembered that the book contained a picture of Prince Audrey. I couldn’t resist the temptation of seeing his picture. I swiftly turned to the page where his picture was printed. I couldn’t bring myself to burn the book with the picture. So I tore out that page folded it and kept it in my pock

There was not even a single task their sages assigned them to do. Clara was humming to herself when her eyes spotted the red leather-bound book she stole in the hidden room beneath the redwood. Until now, she was wincing at the idea that she managed to steal a book that wasn’t hers. Over and over, she tried to console herself that she only borrowed it and would eventually return it once she was done.

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

"I won't be leaving until a certain someone reveals himself. I have made a vow within me that I must go back to country H with Axel. If not, those old foxes will tear me apart." As I pondered on my thoughts, my eyes caught something at the other side of the road. "Speaking of the devil," I smirked, turning to John. "Want to come in for a drink?" I asked him, extending the invitation. "Of course," John replied, nodding his head. I led him towards the entrance of the building, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

Mary drew close to us and whispered, “We got friends who know a safe passage back to our home. They’re waiting at the Sundance Saloon.” Walking down the dirt road toward the crossroad, my friends and I felt like we were in a Western movie; saloons, stagecoaches, cowboys, and the Old West letters. The only difference was the people on the streets who came from different timelines. War’s End happened to be at the center of the four trade routes that converged together, with rows of buildings formed into the shape of a cross. Caravans and travelers streamed like colorful waves, arriving and departing to the east, west, and south, but never to the north. The road toward that direction remained e