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"What if you're correct, Dad? What if our connection is nothing more than complex trauma bonding? "After that, you'll determine that and take the proper actions. But what if you're mistaken, Grace? What if you're doubting something because you're scared to believe your own instincts? "I don't know how to tell the difference." "Then maybe it's time to find out." Richard gave her a big envelope as they were about to depart. "This is my book's initial draft, prior to the publisher's revisions. You should read it, please. Everything. After that, you should

And will also find a way to unravel dad's research which of course I burnt; but what about the pen drive; what exactly did dad keep in there? I went back home; Drake drove me in his car; I walk into the apartment; and since mom wasn't around, I felt alone; I had to go inside the kitchen in order to break the boredom; I choose to watch a horror movie alone… I finish making the popcorn; I pour every corn inside a huge bowl; I grab a drink from the fridge; and walk out to the living room; I kept the bowl, and drink on the table; and I began to surf for a good movie to watch; after sometime, I finally found one to watch; I put the movie one; and as it began to start, I put the bowl of popcorn on

"Play nice, I'm going to change." When we sat back on the couch, John covered our legs with the blanket. It felt like sparks were running between us where our skin touched, making me feel so confused. "I wish BF were here." "What?" John asked, looking up from his book. "Did I say that out loud? Sorry, I'm a million miles away." "Are you really okay?" "Yes, like I said, just tired." I reached behind the lamp and grabbed my book. It was an old paperback copy of The Hobbit, from my Dad's bookshelf. The movie was out, but I wanted to read the story again before I saw it on Christmas day.

My flight was in an hour, and I felt relieved to be finally getting out of here. I didn’t even say goodbye to Clay, and I knew him very well; he’s going to be pissed off. I sat down and made myself comfortable. It was awfully cold inside. I took a book to pass the time and began to read "Haunting Adeline"; it’s one of my favorite books, and I’ve read it more than ten times. “Excuse me?” I was so engrossed in the book that I didn’t hear the woman standing in front of me.

My vision was still foggy from the anesthesia's lingering effects as I squinted, attempting to acclimatize to the intense lighting, and moved my gaze about the room. On the bedside table, within arm's reach, just a stretch away, was a newspaper with bold, captivating headlines that instantly grabbed my interest. The words sprang from the page, slicing through my foggy daze with cruel clarity. I was taken aback by the unexpected headline that read: "Mr. Sherman Colton Abandoned by His Second Spouse."

After three months away, I was finally home. I asked the house's male housekeeper, Jacob Miller, to give me a hand carrying my luggage upstairs. Jacob hoisted the suitcase but had barely taken a few steps when—bang—the luggage crashed to the floor. He clutched his wrist, wincing in pain. The noise startled the three women on the sofa. They jumped up and rushed toward him, surrounding him with frantic questions, fussing as if he were about to shatter. They scrambled for ointment, massaging his wrist with careful fingers, treating him like fragile porcelain.

Jeez, thank God tomorrow is Saturday, at least I won’t have to see him tomorrow and would really take a day off. I kept tossing and turning on my bed until I got up, went to my thrash can and brought out Scarlet’s book. Dusting it, I took it to my bed and fell on it, opening it to my bookmark and reading. Aiden isn’t here, there is no way he would know. *** Neither my parents nor Holly came home last night and I won’t blame them, they all had somewhere to be and I am just the homebody, always stuck here with absolutely nothing to pass my time with.

that was his greeting, he didn't ask me where to, he just drove me to the house, I walked in and found no one inside. I was home alone, I went to my room and changed into some comfy clothes, I had lunch, I read a book, I watched TV, I just lay in the bed bored out of my mind.

He went home. Aayan told his Dad everything. Yash kept silent for some time, then brought a book. He gave it to Aayan. Aayan "This book?" Yash: "This book is about werewolves. I have read a few pages. Someone kept it outside our house." Aayan looked at the book. The book's cover had a picture of a werewolf. The book looked ancient. Yash, "I don't know who kept it. I don't know how many werewolves are here. I don't know whether this book was given by a friend or an enemy. But I feel you should read it once."