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Without looking at any of them, I turned and walked out of the kitchen. In the living room, Elias' relatives were still chatting loudly. The television blared a New Year's Eve countdown special. I moved through the crowd, returned to our bedroom, and closed the door, shutting out everything beyond it. I pulled out the donor consent form I'd already signed from the nightstand drawer. I stared at my name on the page, then picked up the scissors from the desk and cut it into pieces. Then I took out my phone. First, I messaged the wedding planner. "Hi, I need to cancel the wedding scheduled for next month. Please cancel the venue and all vendors. Keep the deposit."

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

Thank you:) (Im not leaving any social media, just reminding my readers where i put this book to avoid some misunderstandings:) Edit: I may be confused for a while, its not December 31 that im going to finish this book but before it hits March 1 2022, this novel will be finish, sorry....

Not only that, but also printed in a hardcover book. Ethan’s friend peered before pointing toward the book. “Can you please check the date for me?” I eyed the bold font at the bottom, the grip on the book tightening, air trapped inside my lungs. Slowly I looked up, “I-It’s fifty years old.” Ethan gulped. “H-How?” “So now that we got it covered, I hope you are convinced that I won’t be making up anything.” “I am.” I eagerly bobbed my head.

Fingers crossed, I can finish the book before my professional exams in April, so please bare with me 🥺 That aside… Do you guys have any exams coming up?? Or am I the only one suffering?? 🤔

Growing up around boys and playing all kinds of sports made her tough. "Stop being a baby," she replied and gently opened the book. It was relatively empty but had dates written on the first couple of pages with names of artworks, their prices, and addresses under it. The last entry was a couple of weeks before he left. "What do you think these dates are about?" "Seems just like delivery information." I couldn't imagine it being anything else. "Probably. But I'll still look into it later," she said and put the book in her bag. "Did you find anything else?"

Chapter One: First Contact EMAIL From: quillan.west@privatemail.com To: rarebooks@cityarchives.org Subject: Inquiry: Les Plaisirs Interdits (1782) Date: March 3, 2026, 9:47 AM To whom it may concern, I’m seeking information about a manuscript rumored to be in your collection: Les Plaisirs Interdits, attributed to an anonymous author, circa 1782. I understand it was banned shortly after publication and that only three complete copies are known to exist.

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

or on my 1nk1tt to get updates on when those will start. Expect a bulk upload for the completed book in about two weeks.