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Carl asked, running a finger along a dusty shelf labeled Bloodline Rebellion: The Forbidden Years. Ophelia ignored him and began stacking old tomes. But halfway through the hour, the power cut. The door clicked shut. Locked. “Tell me you didn’t do this,” she said. “I didn’t,” Carl said, but he sounded too amused. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re claustrophobic, aren’t you?” She glared. “Don’t.” “Your breathing just changed.” “I said don’t.” But his voice softened. “Hey. Wolfe. It’s just us. I’m not your enemy.”

After I stopped loving him, their antics added some excitement to my life. My travels ended on a small island in the warm South. It was a place with a small population and land area, but the residents had the highest happiness index in the world. I chose to study my favorite subject with a professor there. I thought life would continue smoothly like this. Until one day, I saw a man lingering outside my house. The figure was familiar. I could recognize him even in the dark. I ignored him the first day. By the third day, the neighbors had called the police.

She sat in the corner of her cell all day without sleep, murmuring to herself over and over that it was all her fault. "Zachary, I'm sorry… If there's a next life, I promise I'll make it up to you." Without thinking, I immediately responded, "That won't be necessary, Mom. I don't want to be your son in the next life." As if she could suddenly see me, Mom turned toward me and exclaimed, "Zachary, you came to visit me! I knew you couldn't bear to leave me." I was startled, but I tried speaking to her again.

Little does he know that it wasn’t a secret to me. I laughed wickedly, stepping on the gas as I drove to the tiny house farther from town. Better be in here, Lorenzo, and I might just spare your life. I parked my car, stepping out of the vehicle. I scanned my environment, my eyes darkened as it fell on a figure. Weren’t the heavens working in my favor? Lorenzo was seated right outside the hut with his head thrown back. A smile crept on my lips, reaching for my gun from the back.

Josephine was not sure if she had done the right thing. But her child's life was on the line. She had her back against the door, and her heart was beginning to race. Again and again, she told herself it was only a transfusion. She tried to convince herself that once I regained my memories, I would forgive her. She tried to convince herself that once I regained my memories, I would forgive her. Every trace of light in them had gone out, leaving behind only a lifeless wasteland.

I hope her journey reminds you that even when life feels messy, we can still choose who we want to be and who we let into our lives🥹. I can’t thank you enough for reading🫶🏼. It means the world to me🙂‍↕️. And hey....stick around for my next book😌✨ With love, Heppie Leo

I need to know even if it does lead to heartbreak for me, heartbreak is better than living this unknown. We step into the kitchen and quickly get greeted by the storm that is the children. Bella makes a be-line for me and jumps up in my arms, she is such a cute child, she has brown shoulder-length hair that naturally curls on the ends just like Harleys did and her big brown eyes always remind me of Josh, she looks like Josh so much that somedays its painful, she's got his height too, she's going to be a tall girl when she's older. "Ok Beth after lunch there's a surprise for you. A member of the pack has set up a treasure hunt for your birthday and it starts from the moment you leave this kit

On the day Dad made me draw lots to choose a wife, I was about to draw a number when comments started flashing past. [Don't do it! The whole thing is rigged. You’ll only end up married to a hideous woman and be stuck in a cold, heartless marriage alliance with the Wests!] [You’ll end up the target of enemies of the West family even before you marry their daughter. You’ll fall into their devious trap and get burned to ashes in a fire!] [Your childhood sweetheart Mindy Sullivan has a bark that’s worse than her bite. Her disdain and disregard is just a farce. She really loves you. Marrying her is the right move!] My hand froze in midair. I told my dad that I wanted to marry Mindy. On my

I tell myself to be normal for five minutes, to just be a person who buys tea and listens to people read, and not someone who survived a marriage contract, a diagnosis, and a city’s gossip machine with my name in its mouth. It's downtown and it's small. The kind of bookstore that stacks chairs between tall shelves and has a crooked stage made out of two platforms pushed together. There are string lights and a chalkboard that says OPEN MIC — 7PM — 5 MINUTES EACH — BE GENTLE. Someone’s kid is playing with a paper crane by the poetry section, and the woman at the counter is making a big deal out of steaming milk for a stranger because she wants the foam to look like a heart.

Sara is small, tiny. But she’s their Sara. What if she hurt them? Nearing the living room entrance, I take a deep breath before peeking and looking into the living room. What I see has my entire heart breaking. END OF BOOK ONE