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i stared at his hands and smiled " Friends " I said but I didn't grab his hands for a shake. instead I pulled him by his hand and hugged him. " Friends can hug can't they?. " I asked and he laughed before nodding. " Now what book are you reading?." he asked and I turned to the cover for him to see. he stood up to check the library for another copy while I kept my eyes focused on the book. Shawn and I were very much alike but we can only work as friends and not as a couple. Adam on the other hand didn't like most of what I was interested in but we mixed so well. it was true that opposites do attract and I was attracted to my exact opposite.

I cut him off. "Then it's fine. Is there anything you wanna do? Do you have any homework?" "I do, but I didn't bring any of my stuff." In the end, we just decided to watch some movies. After our talk last night, I kinda felt awkward. We're closer now, right? I mean, he told me some stuff about himself, so wouldn't it be fair if I told him something about myself too? Still, I don't think it's really the right time. I need to find the perfect timing to tell him about my illness. It would be better if I were honest about only talking to him because he has colors.

Don't get it wrong. Sometimes stereotypes were spot on correct and sometimes they weren't. This was again, another case in Brianna Samuels. She wasn't one of those bitches that everyone knew about because of stereotypes, that lived for gossip and brought people down just so they felt better about themselves. Okay, well Brianna did live for gossip, but mostly the harmless type of gossip and she definitely did not live to step on people. The type of gossip she lived for would basically be classified as petty theft in contrast to murder. Basically who dated who and who's hot and whatnot.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

He was surprised. "Yes. The Samurai's are the strongest when it comes to the assassin's world. I will tell you a story Paul. A long time ago there were two brothers, the elder one loathed after the younger one, and would do everything within his power to make sure his younger brother was not loved by their father.

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

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Luca POV We let him come back with us because I didn’t want him wandering my pack on his own. He was all giggled and happy about it. Stupid scum bag. You are probably wondering why I hate him so much. Well , short story is when he and I were younger he was tossed out along with my aunt Berlen, he killed multiple people in this pack, babies, children, mothers. Never a male though. He hated the female race because his mother abandoned him and made him an orphan, even though she still lived among us. But it was her right to choose. But this action made him rogue; he never stepped back into this territory again or anywhere near it. So the fact that my mother told her sister about my kids means s

The normality of it made the conversation feel more fraught, not less. "I need to know something," Sienna said, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea. "When you imagine a future with me, does it include the research? Because I need it to. I can't be with someone whose vision of our future is just about personal relationship. I need the work to be part of what we're building together."