Chapters Of The Things They Carried Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: The Alpha's Possession** Her bare feet padded across the hard ground as she ran with all her might. The leaves in the vast forest hindered her sight, but she pushed them aside, desperate to escape. Her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks puffy from crying nonstop for what felt like an eternity. "Thief! Catch that thief!" she heard the head guard shout behind her, and the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, all heading in her direction.

"Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..." With Sevastian's shaky hand, he flip the pages one by one. Reading every single words carefully while tearing up... ******************OCEAN_TEN*********************************************************************

“Why am I the one that shall carry this burden?” Sarah, who has always needed to be strong, especially in difficult times, will bear the responsibility of those who were denied the opportunity to die in the proper manner. It was a weight she couldn't bear, but she had no choice. When she gazed forward, horror resounded through her body and thoughts like a bell. She could feel and hear the fright of lightning and thunderstorms outside the chamber.. The sky was tinged with a gloomy hue. Her image was turned into bones and decomposing matter. Her legs were weakened, prompting her to kneel. She was screaming, but no sound could be heard from her voice. They seemed to be telling her that her doom

She had not planned twelve chapters — she had let the chapters arrive in the order they arrived and counted them when she was finished. The first chapter was about Tuesdays. Ordinary Tuesdays in the twelfth and thirteenth years of building a life in a place that had been rebuilt. What the Tuesday mornings looked like when the work was moving correctly and the people were right and the day had the texture she had described to Darius — the texture of a day that knew what it was doing.