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They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

“Old you would’ve taken them all.” “I’m not her anymore.” “Sure you aren’t.” He’d laugh when I cursed him, smoke curling from nowhere. And I’d hate myself for answering him at all. Weeks stretched. The notebook filled with my own marks—alley blind spots, security cameras, guard shifts. Survival became a kind of homework, but paranoia kept pace. I felt it in the set of shoulders on the street, in cars idling too long, in the way people’s eyes snagged on me before sliding away.One night, when the city was drowned in rain, I found an abandoned bookstore window. The display was half-rotted, pages curling, words eaten by mold. Still, something about it tugged at me—quiet, forgotten, waiting.

Hello to my readers. First of all I want to say thank you to y'all that would be reading my book and I want to assure you that, you won't get bored while reading the story! Secondly, its a book about Eight College Students that went on a vacation and ended up having illnesses. This book contains mental illnesses that are psychological and beings such as ghosts. Thirdly, be rest assured, its my original work, anything in it that relates to human beings or to real life is nothing but a coincidence and please no plagiarizing.

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed. The End.

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

I still thought of Lyndon’s words about the prior murder case in Argao because I was there. I AM CURRENTLY reading CareLikeGoldFish’s work. The book is a mystery-thriller and even without romance, I couldn’t stop reading it whole because the scenes are so familiar, it’s like I’ve seen them before. Just like the scene where the main character shot his friend. It’s the same as what I saw there in Boljoon two months ago.

I state, because I will never stop loving him. “I love you too, pretty boy. I always will.” His voice is filled with so much love and there is no denying that Nikolai and I were meant for each other. He's my love, my peace, my husband. Always and Forever. ……. I can literally feel my eyes water as I come to the end of the book. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. I wouldn’t have done this without my readers' support. Thank you all for giving me this chance and I’m so glad that you guys liked my book. It is my first time trying to write a MM book and I ended up getting your love. Mind you, this is not goodbye. Book two of the series will be released soon and the couples there will be Iri

She clutched the book tightly, attempting to distract herself, but the weight of the past hung heavily in the air. The once peaceful sanctuary now felt like a fragile haven, and the awareness that Alex might be nearby intensified her anxiety. With each passing moment, Kaia grappled with the rising panic, uncertain of how to shield herself from the looming threat of her past. As her anxiety heightened, a chilling realization struck her – the footsteps outside were not a product of her imagination. Each approaching footfall echoed like an ominous drumbeat, amplifying the fear that gripped her. Her breath caught in her throat, and the book slipped from her hands, hitting the floor with a muted