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--- And Fear Not of the Architect. But of what this could turn into. --- Cassian Steps Closer “You could walk straight into something you can’t get out of.” --- Aria Doesn’t Flinch “I already did,” she said quietly. --- That Hits Because it was true. She had stepped into his world. Into this war. Into something she still didn’t fully understand. --- The Difference Now At least this time— She was choosing it. --- The Final Push “I’m going,” she said. --- The Line Breaks

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Then I pushed past him and opened my door, slamming it shut in his face as I disappeared inside. Hello guys, please don't forget to comment and give gems to the book. Also check out BRIDE TO BE and HIS BROKEN PRINCESS, leave comment and reviews on the book page in About the book. Thankyou. A. Gupta

I can't believe this is what I'm getting after going through so much just because of him "Maryam" the bang on the door make me jerk out of fear "Maryam open this door" he said in a dangerous tone "I swear if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down and believe me I'll do just that" he threatened What? Will he really break it? Is he crazy? If I'm ask to buy that door I'm sure I won't be able to afford it "Maryam before counting of three, open this damn door if not I'm-"

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

My body dropped instantly, just like a kite that had lost its string. The wind screamed in my ears as I fell. Faintly, I could still hear the manic laughter coming from the twelfth floor. The overwhelming weightlessness wiped out every thought in my mind. Then, my body crashed into the ground with a violent impact. It felt like every bone in me shattered at once. Pain shot through me like sharp knives, spreading from my right leg throughout my entire body. I could feel the bone in my right leg break. The agony was so intense that I couldn’t stop myself from groaning. Sweat and tears poured out uncontrollably, soaking my clothes in seconds.

I pressed down until the tip squeaked against the dark stone, opening Chapter 171 with a bold, jagged stroke: ​They thought that breaking the press would bring the silence back, but they only forced us to remember what we are made of. You do not need a grand spire, a golden pen, or a hundred reams of clean cotton paper to tell the truth. You only need the stubbornness to stand in a freezing room, patch the broken iron with scrap wood, and write until your fingers bleed. Chapter 171 is not built on comfort—it is forged in iron and stone.

I am a complete loser. I am immobile and irresponsive to whatever is happening to me or around me. I motivate myself not to think about him, then, the sight of a crow decides otherwise. I woke up and realized I didn’t think of him and the rest of the day will be good, then, someone use a lighter, and the sound shatters me into pieces I don’t know how to collect. I kept myself busy with loads of work, but the sight of books squeeze my lungs, for, I almost that I could finally attend an art school, live my dream. A song, a black shirt familiar cologne, smell of sweat even if it is my own, rain and coffee, and every speck has now become like guns shooting his memories to break the already broke

Rejection Olympics? The mark on my neck pulsed harder, sharper. I clutched it instinctively, nails digging into the skin. It burned like it was being re-carved—and beneath it, the mate bond echoed, twisted and screaming in its broken silence. Tears blurred my vision, but I gritted my teeth. “Nope,” I whispered. “Not breaking today.” I picked the book back up with trembling fingers. If Amaya thought this thing was a key, then I needed to figure out what it unlocked.

His deep voice broke the silence at last. ***** Dear readers, this book is almost getting to an end. Kindly help me get it on the ranks, vote with gems, give reviews and leave lovely comments.