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Myra POV The text was still on my phone when I woke up. I must have read it a dozen times. I didn’t reply, didn’t delete it, and didn’t tell anyone. Once, I deleted it, then pulled it back from the trash, locked my phone, and put it away. I went through that routine twice before eight in the morning. Be careful what you think is real. There was no name, no context, just an unknown number. That single line sat there, sharp and irritating, like a splinter I couldn’t stop touching.

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h

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(Elisa’s POV) I loved how my life turned out. One minute, I was lying beside the road with a bullet wound from people I thought were my friends, and here I was living a life of crime and loving it. I looked at my watch, realizing how late I was to get to the restaurant, and said, “I have to go. I need to run the books for my bar and restaurant.” I turned to Lorenzo and asked, “Are you coming?” I asked since he had insisted on tagging along.

“Then stop looking at me like you want another round.” I hated that he was right. Even now, with his cum leaking out of me and the shame sitting heavy in my stomach, my body was still humming. My cunt gave a weak, traitorous little throb at the heat of him standing so close. Why does everything have to be complicated? Why does he have to be my brother? He reached past me, grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a soft oversized T-shirt from one of the shelves, and shoved them into my hands.

Things in spite of everything ended up going well, I don’t know what much to wait for in the future, but it looks like a very brilliant one. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story ‘The Businesswoman”

"Joel, I regret everything. I miss her so much!" I missed Anna too. But everything was over now. There was no going back.

Adela felt nauseous as soon as she saw it, she was not afraid but couldn't help but feel the surge in her stomach. "Sorry master, the setup system says that the entire story of the first world should be forced to go through when the main characters are dead. But, the owner can use the time-reversal feature to go back to the initial time and starts the story again. If the owner agrees, please confirm, that the system immediately reverses time. 5 seconds of thinking begin! 5...4...3..." "Reverse!" Adela heard the countdown, she suppressed the churning in her st "Reverse system! Reverse system! Owner, please choose when to start the story again." The stiff voice of the system stopped the countd

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep