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He wiped his eyes. "We're going home, Cale. My home." Cale nodded. He pointed to the notebook sticking out of the bag on the floor. "You want the book?" Cale nodded. Elion handed it to him. Cale opened it. He flipped past the entries about the fire, about the bridge. He found a blank page. He picked up the pen from the console. He wrote. His handwriting was jagged, like a child's. Entry 59: The Storm. Cost: The Kiss.

I whispered, my tears wetting their hair. "My name is Lyra," the girl said, her voice a steady chime. "And I can hear the water talking." "My name is Caelum," the boy said, his eyes fixed on the forest. "And I can see the trees growing." Félix stood over us, his hand resting on my head. He didn't look like a Rebel; he looked like a father who had just seen his children win a war he had been fighting his entire life. He pulled us all into a kiss that tasted of ozone, salt, and the beautiful, heavy truth of the future.

he ragards me again with so much coldness and fire illuminating from his eyes. " You should have told me Ella, irregardless of what was going on, so what's the gender?" he asked sitting down again but still sad. "it's a boy and a girl" i say kid tears happy but still sad about everything that's going on. "Ella, we have to find a way to make this work without us killing each other, I don't want my kids to be born into a world where you and i are at each other's throats" he says sofly looking at the floor. He looks so genuine if i didn't know better i would have actually fell for it.

, precious asked. Sonya looked up at her confused, "Who?", She asked. She arched her brown,"Uhm..The badboys",Precious replied. "Isn't it obvious, apart from them been popular and hot bad boys the reason why girl's trip for them is for money", Sonya replied as Precious took the magazine from her and began to scroll through looking at their pictures. She got to the third and the magazine got finished," Where is the fourth guy?", Precious asked.

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

In the end, the young boy had failed to do so on both ends for her and after that he went unconscious and slipped deep into a meaningful sleep. The young boy had jolted up from his slumber in a stupor form that could only be viewed as comedic in cartoon shows. The boy clenched his clothes, gasping for air, as he tried to grasp what had happened to him a moment ago, but in all honesty he couldn't remember anything. He was completely lost, and not because he wanted to be, he just couldn't remember anything. As his senses came to be he immediately looked around his surroundings ever so carefully and in return saw nine people and one dog. The young boy squinted his eyes and was confused as to wh

The boy who ate little and read alot of books with a cover that deserved judgment. He was the kid whose mother never came on school vacs, and perharps like her, they were on a safari on eachothers alien world. Benny astbury had asked him if he liked titanic, since he always looked so sad. "Its your birthday Cain, what do you want for a present? " "Oh its you Satan. "Said the blue boy. "I want God dead. " "B--but that's. " "Impossible? "The boy concluded"then leave me alone. "

The one they said would cry wolf and bring all to their knees EPISODE ONE Karl Matthew, a boy of sixteen trudged the dusty street oblivious to the danger that was following closely behind him. He was in his own universe, headphones covering his ears and glasses perched on his nose. The man observed him following closely behind, scoffing at the situation and how he was asked to follow his tiny child who could hardly tie his shoe laces in a proper knot but he could hardly question the boss and so he followed, making sure not to be noticed all though he wondered if the boy would even notice an earthquake with the way he had buffed himself up with so many devices.

Who are you trying to deceive? Tears run down my face. I hate to cry. Boys don't cry, you idiot! Boys don't have the hots for other boys. I wipe the tears that insist on falling. I take my phone, open I*, and look for something to distract me, and the first images that appear on the timeline, couldn't be someone else. Will. It could be that person... The one who comes to complete you, fill with joy, The world that was empty before...