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At the beginning, she thought it's just a Crush but when she realises it's not just a Crush and she had fallen head over heels for him her life turns upside down . When he's her crush , she didn't expect anything from him. She just wished to admire him. But when they are in love , she expected him to pamper her , love her and respect her. Both are poles apart. He's an extrovert who mingles with anyone easily while she's even unable to mingle with his friends. He's not that possesive type , while she's extremely possessive on him . Amidst the differences in their nature , it's their love that kept them together. What happens when an incident changes everything? Will they end up together or fa

All I could see was red, dark shades of magenta. I kept smashing my fists against the steering wheel as I let out a scream I've been holding in. it's broken, heart-wrenching, sad. It's been buried inside for too long. Letting it out felt cathartic, therapeutic. I screamed and screamed and screamed until my voice grew hoarse and the anger dissipated. When I was done screaming, done using my car as a punching bag, I slumped against the seat, exhausted and tired. Who should I blame with this?

The conqueror had won by inventing a game where victory meant no one else had to lose. Dr. Sharma walked away, her notebook full of facts, her mind full of a silence that was not empty, but profound. She would write her book. It would be a book about a ghost who had haunted the world into waking up. And the ghost, she knew, would have hated every page. Which was, perhaps, the final proof that he had succeeded.

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”

I Felt Like I was in an amazement park but in the worst possible ride ever. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. IF I GET HIT BY ANOTHER BOOK I WILL KILL THAT BOOK AND THEN I WILL BURN IT AND THEN I WILL BURY IT ASHES. As I finished my thoughts I got smacked by another book on my face. I grabbed the book. O YOU ARE SO DEAD.

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“Please tell me that’s a portal and not, like, the trash compactor for souls.” “Given our luck?” Grant muttered. “Probably both.” The librarian convulsed again. Without its heart‑book, it couldn’t hold its shape. Its remaining limbs collapsed inward, chains tangling, volumes crashing together in a chaotic heap. The monstrous skull of reference books toppled sideways, jaw slamming into the drift with an undignified *thunk*. The whole mass sank to one knee, then the other, then all at once, folding into itself like a building imploding.

I should’ve seen it coming, but even I didn’t think she was this stupid. Janie flew up from the chair in a rage and went after Elena, talons bared and teeth gnashing like something out of the wild. And before I or either Jared or Travis could reach them, Elena swung and knocked her down with a punch to the face. The screeching was almost unbearable in the empty room as it bounced off the walls like an echo.

Before I could even think about pressing decline, he snatched the phone from my hand. CRACK. The phone smashed against the floor with a sickening crunch. I gasped, my heart lurching as I watched the screen flicker and die, shattered beyond repair. But Blaze wasn’t done. His boot came down, pressing against the ruined device, and with slow, deliberate force— He crushed it. The finality of it—the sound, the sheer dominance in the way he destroyed it so effortlessly—sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.