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Growing accustomed to the burning sensation, I hadn't noticed that the had already started with my left shoulder. [Chapter quote:" How rare it is, to have found a love like ours.- Mark Anthony"]

Scar replies with an evil laughter. I decide to soothe my famished stomach while they argue. The nuggets were a treat, not only were they delicious, They seem extra mouth watering now that i was hungry. After a quick break we resume the fight, while Sam and Scar decide to watch us, in order to make sure nobody cheated.

Periodically, Initials are more powerful Than words. ----------------------------------------------------------- I took that small folded paper, gently in my hands, and opened it in a quick stern. With my trembling fingers. 'The region where you can't see anything from your eyes, still my very educated mother just served us noodles, but you get burnt! Then what will you do? ' What the hell! I just read? I was so lost in my assumptions that I didn't realise Veronica. She stood in front of me again. Like always, and snatched that paper from my hands. While practically digging her nails over my palm.

" I clear my throat, finally finding my voice, "I would love to speak with my sister." He leans back in his seat, lifting his scarred brow. I raise my chin, "Please." "Go to Mrs. LouLou. She has a phone you can use." " Thank you." I whisper. Then I run from the room. ***

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to *do*. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profoun

My fingertips touched the worn covers, the yellowed pages, the notes he had written in the margins in his slanted handwriting. “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.” Romeo and Juliet. I opened the book exactly to the page of the quote, as if my hands knew the way. I knew that passage by heart. How many times had we read it together, lying in bed, his head in my lap while I recited Shakespeare and he closed his eyes, a smile on his lips? “Ma’am?” One of the men approached, his voice hesitant. He was young, maybe twenty-something, and looked at me with a mixture of pity and discomfort. “Are you all right?”

"The enemy of my enemy is still dangerous. But so are you. Don't forget that." I stare at the screen. Then I delete it. Roll over. Wrap my arms around Celeste. And sleep. End of Chapter 127

The rise of Valac was linked to the opening of the 4th book of Born By Power. "We have lost all, everyone we thought we had. Those who we thought we loved and loved us." Those who meant a fragment of ourselves." "Those who served individual purposes in our lives, but we are still here, standing strong." "A toast to us, we who live this day." This was said by who? (UNKNOWN) The statement above was mentioned by an unknown character The statement above was mentioned by Pete The statement above was mentioned by Maria The statement above was mentioned by Pandora The statement above was mentioned by Butt

On a golden plaque, the number ‘1’ was etched. It was a good sign, some promise that we could find our way out of this place. Helena and I locked eyes, and she spoke in a voice so low that I nearly missed the words. “Let the library take control.” She was quoting the poem Adley and Ally had recited. Helena wanted to let the library take control. Perhaps it would lead us where we wanted to go. I was no longer innocent to the darkness that sometimes wielded magic. I knew better than most, that particular line of the poem might not promise good things. Even though her voice was near-silent, it still bounced across the bookshelves. A little whisper of an echo darting through the darkness.