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she scowls at me as I stretch feeling my body ache due to the weird posture it was in for heavens knows how long. Isn't it already obvious? I can't believe I have been dreaming about the thirtieth book when the old pamphlet in front of me that is wrinkled is the only thing I remember picking from the shelf when I entered inside the damn thing. I must have been tired after the whole crying. "What time is it?" I ask. "It's nine in the morning." Dhalia replies. "What the fuck!" I exclaim horribly. I have been inside here than I imagined.

The pain was so intense that I couldn’t breathe. “Steve! Steve!” Daisy shouted. The look of horror on her face was all I saw before darkness engulfed my whole being. TBC.. Quick note: A new cover will be uploaded for this book so don't be surprised when you see a different cover. It's still the same book but a different book cover🙂. A big thanks to all the readers that has given my book a chance. Thanks for supporting me this far. I love y'all so much.😘😘

I whispered and kept the heaviness flow out of me in the form of my tears. I don't deserve them. I don't...!! ******* Hlw hlw....!! Hope you all are fine and doing great. Thank you so much to all of you who did review In His Hell. I was really very happy to see that...🙏❤ Again plzz do share your thoughts about the cahppy. And plzz do share your reviews for In His Hell On GoodNovel with stars in the Intro part of the book. Next update will be tomorrow.

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Zhedya Hunter 1988 - 2026 Beloved. Missed. Never Forgotten. His hand reached out, trembling, and touched the cold stone. His shoulders shook. "I'm sorry." His voice was a whisper, barely there. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know how to save us." Tears fell onto the grass. Dark spots on green. "You told me you'd give me a happy ending." He pressed his forehead to the stone. "This isn't what I wanted. I finally realized that too late."

Pain seeps across my skull and embeds itself in my eye sockets. “Nine…I’m sorry.” I press my lips into a firm line. Sorry, can’t give me back my life. “Yeah. So am I.”

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

"Ten—oh? I mean, t-two. It's two, I guess?" I heard him sighed upon hearing my stupid answers. Seriously! This was definitely brain cracking! This thing was more complicated than answering which came first between an egg and the chicken! I started to release more of my frustration towards the book as I turned its pages carelessly. "Ya!" Hey! he snorted. "What are you? An alien or something? Ten hands, my ass. Why are you so distracted today? That book... does the book really need to suffer? As far as I know, it's your favorite book. Look, you're murdering the pages and—”