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"Hurry up! Or I'll tell Mom and Dad you've been bullying me!" That trick of hers had a hundred percent hit rate. She might be a foster, but after fifteen years my dad treated her like blood. He defended her on autopilot. Just earlier, even though I was clearly the one wronged, he had not said a word. I let out a quiet sigh. "Fine. Put the knife down. Looks like the friction is too much. The implant sites are tearing." "I'll go to the pharmacy and get you something to ease it for now."

"Like they always say, you can never judge a book by its cover. Look at his first love. Even now, she's acting all innocent." Both Zachary and Gigi were sporting unpleasant expressions thanks to the scathing remarks that were thrown their way. Zachary was so furious that his hands were shaking. The way he looked at Gigi now was the complete opposite of the gentleness he previously displayed. "That was my mother, Gigi! You killed my mother!"

Not weakness. Not yet. But something close enough to become dangerous if left unchecked. “You should stay away from me,” Thea said softly. “That’s not happening.” “You’re making this harder.” “No,” he replied quietly. “They are.” Another silence followed before she finally whispered— “You still don’t understand what happens to people who become important inside this world.” William’s eyes darkened slightly. “Then maybe it’s time the world learns what happens when it pushes the wrong person too far.” And this time, when the silence settled between them, it no longer felt like uncertainty.

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

The man stopped his body shaking as he turned to me. I should have taught esmarie self-defense. I’ve been focused on the wrong thing. My brain is a disaster. A landmine. There’s another vice that works better than alcohol. Violence. I don’t like to use it very often but you know, sometimes people present you with the opportunity to use them as examples.

I kind of hesitated as I looked at the books and reached out to grab one of them. "Have you ever bothered reading these books?" he asked me. "No, not really. I don't want to read books that remind me of how sick I am." I tell him. "But they can be very educational. Like this one, it's a workbook with exercises and some meditation techniques," he said as he pulled out a book and handed it to me. I looked at the cover before handing it back. "No," I answered shortly.

“This wine is good for you. Since you get drunk easily. Do you want to give it a shot?" I'm not going to get drunk, and you might do something if I pass out. No way, Sean. NO WAY! @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you. Also, you can read my other books which are... TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO ALPHA KING CHECKMATE