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Sandy was having a girl crush, she was absolutely stunning. Deep inside, she was crushed. These are the kind of women John was surrounded with every other day. She started to sink inside herself, second-guessing her own judgment. Maybe she was rushing into things because of how infatuated she was by him. She started to think that she might be biting more than she can chew. **********

hanger. I scooted to where I could grab it, pulled it down—breaking the hanger in the process—and positioned it over my head. I was starting to get dizzy and feel a little nauseated as my heart continued to pound and my hands continued to shake. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Taking yet another deep breath, I closed my eyes, tightened the coat around my head, and slammed my shoulder against the set of shelves. Some of my books fell along with a stack of school folders and one of those boxes of sixty-four crayons with the little sharpener in the back. No laptop, though I could see it had shifted a bit with the impact. I slammed into the shelves again, raining more crap down on my

I couldn’t breathe. My heart pounded wildly, my vision blurring. And then— A deep, unsettling tremor rumbled along the floor beneath me. The bookshelves quivered. Dust trickled down from the ceiling. The more I panicked, the worse it got. The ground shook and the windows rattled. Something inside me was responding to my fear— reacting to it. “No... stop... please stop—” My voice wavered, but it was too late. The library shuddered violently, a deafening crack splitting through the air as one of the shelves collapsed behind me.

“I’m sorry this happened. I’m sorry you had to see it. Please, give me another chance. I don't want to ruin your first day of training. Today is supposed to be special for you. Please allow me to fix this.” I didn’t respond. My gaze drifted around the library, taking in the destruction. The room was in ruins. Books were scattered everywhere, shelves toppled and broken. My eyes caught on a large, old book lying on the floor. Something about it drew me in, a strange sense of familiarity pulling at me.

Every decision. Every sacrifice. Every act of courage. Each became its own complete story. The First Reader watched in silence. "So this..." "...is where stories are truly born." The little girl shook her head. "No." "They're born in hearts." "This is only where they're remembered." Suddenly... the entire library shook. One shelf, far in the distance, collapsed with a deafening crash. Then another. A deep crack spread across the marble floor. The White Book snapped shut. For the first time since Adrian had found it...

Everything was quiet and still for a moment. Just a split moment before a knock from the door jolted me, causing my leg to kick the book off the bed and to the floor. The Book of the Damned flickered for a moment and I swore I could see the front cover flip opened a tiniest bit, enough to fuel my hope back up.

Bang! My Nimgo crashed straight into the back of a Valterra. A guy with sunglasses and a cigarette in his mouth jumped out, stormed over, and kicked my door. “You broke loser! See the emblem? It’s a Valterra! You’ve got guts crashing your trashy Nimgo into a Valterra!” When I saw the person who got out of the car, my heart sank. Things were exactly as bad as I expected. I wound down the window and stared at him. I was looking for clues from his words and actions.

Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to Rate my book with5 stars, share my book with your friends and your voice in the comment section. Also read my other new book 'Sealed Desire' Love, Krystal GoodNovel. *** When fate plays with you, it lays down all the hurdles in between and causes you pain to such extent that they leave scars. These scars might disappear but the pain gets inflicted to such extent that even their memory brings tears to the eyes.

I just killed someone. Mystery man: Are you kidding me? Who the heck did you kill? Me: Rosita. Mystery man: Rosita? Are you kidding me. That is murder! Me: Come on, relax. Rosita is a character in my book. Mystery man: You got me there, so you killed off a character. What a badass writer. Get ready to be murdered by your readers. Me: Don't crack me up, I didn't even plan it. It just turned out that way. Now I feel bad and feel good at the same time.

he said. " Just spare me all this crap. I have got no time for these well fabricated lies." I said and turned to leave but then I bumped into someone and the person's books fell on the floor. "You again???" Roared the person I collided with…….