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On the day I was diagnosed with stage four cancer, Vivian Cross handed me a contract for a divorce reality show. I already knew that meant she'd lost another bet to her secretary, Miles Smith. They'd made ninety-nine bets over the years, and every time, Vivian let herself lose on purpose. She lost the house we decorated for our wedding. She lost the wedding itself. She even lost our son's body, handing him over so Miles could satisfy his twisted curiosity about the human body. Our baby had been seven months along when they donated his remains. He'd been so small. Vivian slid the contract across to me, tapping the papers. "Ethan, I lost another bet. It's just a reality show. Help me keep M

It is still one of Kate's most painful memories, and it comes back to her from time to time. Now nineteen she wondered how she couldn't forget those memories, it was always haunting and tormenting her. She had tried everything she could to know about what happened eleven years ago but it seemed as if those events had been washed off by the sea as no one ever spoke about it. She couldn't go back to sleep, so she kept listening to the sounds the breeze made as it blew very cold air. It had continued snowing as the little town was now covered with snow, making it look like a ghost town as the little town's men and women had retired to bed early.

The whole house and yard are bright even without a pole of electricity or cable because, like Jasper's house, they use a large solar panel to get electricity. I looked at Jasper when he held my hand tightly and turned around. "Why?" Jasper just glanced at me. "Nothing. "It just feels strange here." We went straight into the house, and a beautiful woman stood at the door. She is like Moana in real life. She is stunning, especially her eyes, which were staring at me. "Hey, guys, this is my mother, Minerva Winchell." Damon introduced his mom to us. "H-hello," I said. "I'm Ady."

I heard Ocean murmur as I was going out the door but she was too drunk to stop me. It was dark and chilly out, the road slightly covered with bits of snow here and there. Most of it was melted by now but with global conditions I wouldn't be surprised if it snowed right now. The street lights were my only source of light and judging from the fact that the street signs weren't making any sense, I was pretty sure I was lost. I tucked my hands into my pockets as I walked down the long, dark road, hoping to see Dallas's house somewhere. I squinted, stumbling a little bit as I struggled to find out where I was going. Maybe this was a bad idea.

My heart softened, the resentment I harbored for the elite waning as I contemplated her ordeal. With her support, I guided her shaky form for several minutes until we reached the solitary refuge I knew to be secure. The sun had dipped beneath the horizon, casting darkness upon our path as we arrived at the only sanctuary I had in mind. Not far from the mountain's base, where I often ventured for hunting, lay a humble abode crafted from raw red pine. Every facet, from walls to ceiling, comprised this sturdy wood. An aura of homeliness cocooned the cabin, its entrance emitting a faint squeak as we crossed the threshold.

She continues as if noticing my confused state, and wants to bestow mercy on me like the moon's messenger. “Shawn is the chosen of Hati’s later blood. The peace child. Hati, son of Fenrir. Hati, the moon hunter.” she says, addressing all of us. That's when it clicked. The book I'd seen at the library. “The Codex Luporum…” I say to myself. “You know the book?” Alice's voice rings out, breaking into my monologue. My eyes meet hers, before Shawn's, who is looking at me with that, ‘you've been caught’ stare.

Another day has come, sunlight seeps through his window as his gorgeous blue eyes squint. "Master your breakfast is ready," Fafnir said as he open up the curtains. The garden outside looks lush as ever, as fields of furze, bushes of different colored roses, and beautiful yellow dahlias make the sunny day jollier. Justine smiled and slowly sit up. His unsettled bangs are pushed back complimenting his sea rover-blue eyes and bristly eyebrows make Fafnir wonder why his good-looking master never gotten a fish in the sea. 'Oh yeah, the unsettling bangs' he said to himself

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

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