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The smell of bacteria breaking down sweat on their body individually was purgent but worse was the ammonia smell of dehydrated urine they had to pass out on their positions to ease the pressure on their bladder. The dry patches of blood stains on the floor worsen Jasmine's anxiety as her panic attack surfaced. Faint images of her Father dropping her at their secret shelter house stuck in her head. "You're representing our family amongst them. Everything would be over soon Princess Ann." Her Father had assured her. She begin to flinch and her best friend who was injured on her knee beside her knew what was about to happen. "Jasmine!" Her ebony-skinned best friend cried out. She had cornrows o

It was a fantasy, a dream, a moment of solace in a world filled with uncertainty. The tears flowed freely, and I allowed myself to grieve for the life I had lost and the one that had become an enigma. The party continued inside, oblivious to my solitary musings, and I clung to the imaginary presence of Hayden, seeking answers and comfort in the darkness. The night wore on, and I remained in the garden, lost in my thoughts and the fantasy of Hayden's company. The secrets and mysteries of the Underworld loomed large, and I couldn't escape the feeling that the path I was on would only lead to more enigmatic revelations and unforeseen dangers.

reynolds Sign Out Broken dreams Edit Paywalled Published in 2023-02-19 15:32:56 321Words Days passed soon , today sunitas mil was arriving home after five months , sunita was shivering from inflence and fear to fear of the stories she heard frm cousin in laws . But she was sure that she will not get affected by those scarry stories and will put into all her efforts to win her mils heart.

We collapse together. A complete, utter, beautiful mess. The sheets are destroyed. We are destroyed. Her chest is heaving against my cheek and my hand is still loosely cupped between her thighs and neither of us speaks for a very long time because speech requires functioning brain cells and we are both completely out of those. "I'm dead," she says finally. "You're not dead. You're breathing." "Barely." A pause. "How many was that?" I count on my fingers. "Four. Maybe five. That last one was ambiguous."

A list of songs that go through my head when writing this book Dandelions by Ruth B What do you mean by Justin Beiber Can you hold me by NF ft Britt Nicole Time by NF That way by Tate McRae Six feet under by Billie Eillish Hurt you by The weekend ft Gesaffelstein I hate you, I love you by Olivia O’Brien ft Gnash Euphoria by Jungkook of BTS Love song by Rihanna ft Future We don’t talk anymore by Charlie Puth ft Selena Gomez

I could see the disappointment in her eyes and she just turned her back to run away. Sazia's POV I was so happy that Lucian wanted to pick me up for his mated ceremony, but before I could enter the venue, the dress I wore split into two immediately. I had to change dresses if I wanted to be Lucian's mate. I hurried back to where I lived and checked out all the dresses available. Since found none which would suit my taste, I decided to repair my torn dress which took a while. I ran as fast as I could back to the ceremony, and I came right in time for Lucian to choose me as his mate.

[sexycathy: girllllllll] [sexycathy: your I* has been inactive and your number wouldn't go through! Well, that was because Alessandro took out my sim card. [sexycathy: hyd? How are you liking it there? Wherever there is…] [j0rdan_mm: haha, I'm fine] [j0rdan_mm: how are the others?] [sexycathy: they're heartbroken by your departure, even if they don't show it] I sighed. Of course, they would be. If it was one of them that was leaving, I'd have the same reaction. They were my only friends and I wasn't sure I could handle any one of them leaving me, but I left them anyway.

Every chapter, every word, was part of my own catharsis, and it is with a full heart that I share this with you today. This will be the last book in the Dreams series. The journey of Shadrach, Wynter, and the others has come to its beautiful conclusion, and I have no intentions of returning to continue their story. As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings.

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.