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I cut her short as she called my full name as I kissed her . This chapter is dedicated to Leahberry4ever Such an awesome friend!!! You need to try her book!!" Not my skin" I would say the truth that I am half a ghost reader but her book is awesome. I really want to go back to her book and start commenting and voting again cause she deserves it. She's awesome and I hope she'll still be my friend. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••||

It required him to stay inside memories he had trained himself to move past efficiently, to look at them long enough to describe them clearly, to find the words for things that had lived in him wordlessly for decades. Elena was the first reader of every chapter. She did not tell him the writing was beautiful when it was not yet working. She told him specifically what she did not understand, where she lost the thread, where she needed more. She treated his manuscript with the same rigorous honesty she brought to financial analysis, and he was grateful for it in a way he found difficult to articulate. The book was titled "Nothing Belonged to Me." It was published on a Thursday in March. By the

He chuckles out loud while spinning around on the chair like a maniac. Isabelle wakes up from her unconsciousness and slowly tries to sit up. Her body feels so weak, there’s no energy left in her. None at all, to fight or scream out for help. She needs water, she doesn’t remember for how long she hasn’t had a drop of water. “Please, I need water.” She whispers before falling back on the chair completely and losing her consciousness.

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He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave. STATS OF IMRE: Strength: Max level 100 HP Power: 75 HP Intelligent: 85 HP Agility: 35 HP The leader of Green Eyes was named Liam. Liam receive the message of Mother Tree while he was helping the people to clean the water of the river. He read the message at the water but only Liam can read that message. And Liam bid his goodbye in a nice manner to the people he were with at that moment before he left.

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she says squeezing my shoulder in reassurance. " No problem I'll be fine thank you Casey." I said wrapping her up in a hug. After Casey left I started looking through books and one got my attention I took it off the shelve and read the title. Hecate's Curse. I opened the book and started reading it.

Damon had actually created a separate shelf for my medical books so I never actually checked the entire book collection. I was awestruck when I saw great love stories in the shelf. It was a combination of great poems and some heavenly love stories. This was unbelievable. Things were really unbeleivable about Damon. Finding a book in his drawer having contents of all the people he had saved from dying and then finding that he is actually a romance loving person made me believe that I have actually never known him.

Knowing Juliette, they'd probably still spend an hour more before she'd finally decide on something. "Better to be a hoe, than to not be whole," Sam piped up. Sensing our confusion, she chuckled. "It's from my book." A string of 'ohs' was what followed her statement. We needed no further explanation to understand what she meant. "What was the book title this time?" I asked, smiling lightly. "I Am A Teenager In Heat," she answered between laughs - something we soon joined in. "Who even names their book that?" Juliette reasoned, chuckling softly.

And when she smiled—those two dimples at the corners of her mouth—something about it disarmed me completely. At the time, I'd been drifting through the aftermath of heartbreak for over a year. Denise had left me, and though I'd only barely stepped out from under that shadow, I couldn't bring myself to turn down my family's well-meaning arrangements. So I went, half-heartedly, just to go through the motions, to give them an answer. But the moment I saw Becca, all that went out the window. She was warm, quick to laugh, and behind her bright, clear eyes seemed to shimmer a thousand hidden stars. She liked to read what I read. She watched the same obscure films I loved. She craved my favorite di