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CHAPTER 01. UNREALISTIC DREAMS. SHELLY. “Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool.

Her actions had put her in this situation, and she was afraid that she might unintentionally harm me if she continued to do things her way. "You seem really down today, huh?" I said, giving her cheeks a playful pinch to try to cheer her up. "Let me tell you something." As she looked at me expectantly, I continued, "Imagine you have a pair of well-branded sneakers that you've worn for a long time. It seems that the left pair starts to show more wear and tear than the right. It's always tripping you up and getting dirtier faster. Meanwhile, the right pair remains in good condition. One day, while walking down the street, you notice that the left shoe is critically damaged. It's still holding t

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

He had that recorded too? "Will you calm down?" His voice blared from his phone. "I can't believe you are still scared of this, even worse. They are just snakes," "Fucking dumbass. You're both the same," Rominic smirked at me. I stared at him with irritation. What was he planning to achieve with an implicating record of me? And when did he get the chance to edit the record? We were together the whole time! "Computer, turn on the previous 7D simulation program,"

The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.

I can feel his fear but like what Jevro's said, we need to find out why this man entered our room and even caused the hotel's lights off. "But how do we interrogate him?" I asked Jevro. "Simple, this thing can still write. It's original body sent his half power to it for sure. Let's use that to let him speak. Shall we?" Jevro keeps smiling. It's bothering me.

She stroked him a few times, putting on a show for him and the people who’d see it in a few days. Tearing it open, she happily rolled it over his thick pinkish tip, and down the thickness, she couldn’t wait to slobber all over. The synthetic latex-free condom was so thin, covering his dick. Chelle made a reminder to ask him to see how it was created. Looking up at him and the camera, Chelle trailed her tongue up the underside of his dick, then placed kisses around the tip. As if the condom wasn’t there, she nastily spit on it before twirling

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"Veya AI, book me a table for a business dinner tomorrow." In my last life, our intern, Vincent Tate, tried using AI to book a client dinner. I told him Veya AI couldn't make reservations. Yet he waited until after work to do it himself. Too late. Every table was gone. Vincent immediately started crying to the whole office. "If Mr. Alford hadn't stopped me from using AI, I would've gotten a table! Now we blew the deal!" My fiancée, Peyton Welch, and the rest of my coworkers piled on. "Why can't AI make reservations? Vincent's right. You're paying for every dollar we lose!" Peyton shoved me during the fight. Then I fell off the building. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Ri

Sighing over the internal battle within my head, I look at Carter pleadingly “Ok I know this will be a lot to take in, but please just hear me out before you form an opinion,” I state to Carter. He looks up with a puzzled look on his face as I begin to tell him what has just happened. I know I am talking fast but I feel if I don’t blurt it all out at once, I myself will begin to doubt it more than I already do. Sitting down hard, Carter let’s out a loud whistle and runs his hands through his hair.