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I want some Ray. I've been planning to get more of him ever since I returned to my chambers, staring at their lovely red walls, the same color as sweet crimson honey. I bathed, acting as if I were to sleep, putting my change of clothes underneath my pillow. My lifesaver sits at the entrance of the door and I am ready to go. Yet Dante won't sleep. I've had enough. I need some Ray.

Yay! So were y'all expecting this? Guess no! They are falling, falling, falling and I'm so happy! Keep on reading guys. Star❤

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'' I mutter under my breath. ''So did he . . . '' My voice almost inaudible as I sigh deeply, ''That was a pretty good story, huh? Do you think I should publish it somewhere? Online? There's this website called Wattpad and I heard that it's quite good. You never know, people might be interested in our love life.''

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

"How dare you say Grandpa is dead?" I released her wrist and pulled my phone from my pocket, opened a news page, and held it out to her. "See for yourself." The news headline read, "Dormant Volcano Turns Active. Bareyard Village Reduced to Ruins Overnight." Talia stared, her face turning ashen. Her hands shook as she powered on her phone. Dozens of missed messages and calls immediately popped up. The first voice message was from David. He yelled, "The volcano erupted! Didn't you say the data was all made up by Joshua? The institute even fired him! This is serious!"

THE END ______________________ Hey Y'all this is the end of my book I am greatful for all the love you gave my book. I have prepared a sequel for this book titled the rejected human mate. I have already posted the first chapter and If everything goes well then I might update the first ten chapters by the first week of March. Hope you guys will support the book just like you have supported this one too! Please pretty please do leave your reviews, please with a cherry on top!! Lots of love faiyth! ☆☆☆☆☆

Lloyd assumed he wanted to clear his head, and he could understand why. There was a strange warmth in the room, and it penetrated inside him. It was pleasant, albeit peculiar. Even the grim narration, written in a shaking hand, did nothing to quell it. It was his last journal. Or at the least of that era. 'The crew are dying,' Nathaniel wrote. 'The whiteness takes over their eyes, and their bones seem to be breaking from their body. Death and decay, all while they still move.' He set the pen down, looking over the smudged words. He hoped the ink was smeared due to his careless hand, not for any weak reason.

Hey my lads, lady's, werefolk, etc, sorry I have not wrote in a while but this book is getting redone from the beginning..... I will be hoping to change every chapter so hopefully you will be able to read where you are up to for free! Please comment on which chapter you are on so I can get the revised chapters out ASAP <3 Here in out is the new chapters with the new story speak soon n.wood Check n.wood out, on fac3b00k

My life had become a cruel joke, and somewhere, some callous god was undoubtedly laughing at my downfall, at how completely isolated and powerless I had become, and I kind of wished I had passed away that night. My entire being ached from the weight of betrayal and loss, which drew me to it. However, in that moment of despair, a spark of determination ignited within me. I realized that the only way to reclaim my narrative was to rise from the ashes and confront the challenges head-on, refusing to be a mere spectator in my story. But the moon had different plans for me. Relentlessly and stubbornly, its cold, silver light poured over me, clinging me to the world I wanted to leave behind. ----