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Her body became static, and she was in a trance from which she could not escape. Out of Mia's field of vision, Esteban and his new girlfriend were approaching Ivan to celebrate the night's victory. It was the last race, and Esteban had won, which meant another semester at his university was secure. The boy was so happy that he didn't notice Mia's presence until Sara herself greeted him with a slap.

Maxmillian looked at Amelia, who nodded to be in agreement with what Aleah said. "Then why are you here then? I know he is your brother, but why have you been looking for him?" Amelia asked. "History is repeating itself," Aleah answered. "What do you mean by that?" Amelia asked. Aleah took out a big book from her tattered bag which was hung loosely around her neck. The book was filled with dust and mostly torn pages. It had a drawing of a werewolf on the front cover. "This book has the answer to all of your questions," Aleah answered.

It felt wrong, but I was curious about his point of view. “Baby girl, if your journal is a novel, what would the title be?” His question made me think about it. If it was a novel, what should I call it? My Angel and My Devil? No.. It didn't sound right. Suddenly a title clicked in my mind. I turned to him and said, “My Always, My Forever.” He nodded as if he understood the reason behind my choice of title. “Since I’m married to you, I’m your forever, and Rai is your always?” he voiced his thought.

she stated as she's getting a bottle of water inside her bag underneath the tall tree. She picked the bottle of water with peach flavor that is meant to be given to Daniel with a stick note on it written, 'I love seeing your smile, I hope that you smile often, it enlightens my day.' Martin stood up and comes near to him with a fierce look, "why do we suddenly become a parallel line?" She looks at him sincerely and replied, "because we're not supposed to meet in the first place and you know that but you still choose to trespass in a restricted area; here we are breaking the heart of each other till we both ended up badly wounded."

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I don't know how Felix found out, but on the fifth day, Lacey deleted all those posts from her feed. Then I got a text from a number I didn't recognize. [Why won't you let go?] As if I were the one refusing to let go. I smiled helplessly, but I also knew it was time to have a proper ending with Felix. I sent him a message, seriously asking if we could sit down and talk. He replied several hours later. [I have a business trip these next few days. We'll talk when I'm back, sweetheart!]

The foyer was grand, with a sweeping staircase and chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds. She followed Robin through the house, her heart pounding harder with every step. He led her to the kitchen, a sleek, modern space with a marble counter that gleamed under the soft lighting. His parents were out, he’d mentioned casually, leaving the house empty except for the two of them. Jasmine’s nerves spiked. This was a mistake. She should have just let the book go. Robin opened a drawer and pulled out her book, holding it up with a flourish. “Here you go. Pride and Prejudice. First edition. Just as you described.”

"Ivy, for the sake of the ten years I spoiled you, I’ll give you one last chance." "Write down the killer's name now and end your own life. It’s not too late..." "Otherwise, once the memory extractor starts, the high-voltage current will make your nerves feel like they've been corroded by strong acid 999 times. You won't even have the chance to beg for a quick death then!" Hearing this, my face went pale. I struggled desperately, letting out a broken rasp from my throat: "Xander... you can't!" "You can't look at those memories!"