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My fingers clenched around the candy, its stiff edge almost cutting my palm. Indeed, in our previous lives, he had been convinced that my only purpose was to be a blood bank and organ donor to Susie. Since Susie still died after I donated my kidney, that meant I served no purpose in this life, and the Grants had no reason to bring home a loser like me. I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself.

I thought he had been asleep for a while. I nodded, as if he could see that. “Yeah, and you know what? Earlier when she hugged me, she whispered something to me.” "What?" Auden opened his eyes and looked at me. I told him what Manang told me. “It’s just nothing, okay. Don’t think too much about that. Blessing and death are both part of life," he said as if he is educating me. I also don't want to believe but what Manang Tere said bothers me. I nodded at him in agreement with what he said. I took a deep breath and then adjusted my seat.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

The book revolves around two people who live in Anaheim accidentally meet in a random club and fall in love after so many things. Thanks to the people who gave me their support by giving me gems and read my story and I want you guys to keep supporting me. Happy new year guys!!! Have a wonderful year ahead.

Author's Note: Hello. If there is someone who is reading this book, as you can see I made a mistake for publishing the other chapters. I'm so sorry. My phone lags that's why it happens. Forgive me. I hope you guys still enjoy reading my book. I will try to finish the book this month. ~*~ KEVIN'S (HIRO'S) POINT OF VIEW

Another innocent life became the victim of hatred game and inhumanity. .................. End .................|| Let me know if you found any mistake. How was the chapter? ( Guys don't forget it's a dark story) ............... Aish ❣️.............

Jane’s POV “The book of life isn't a single book?” I voiced my thoughts, unable to hold it in anymore. With everything they had been saying, it wasn't just the truth anymore, it was layers of truth. Secrets buried beneath secrets. As we uncovered one, we found another. And it made everything more complicated. “The Book of Life isn’t just one,” Liam said, his voice steady but serious. “There are five.” Five? My eyes widened in shock as the number echoed in my head.

Micha said: "Hold up, hold up. I'm confused. What's past life, and what's the living book talking about?" Levi said: "Micha, I'll tell you everything you need to know later. Let's listen to the book first." Levi then asked, "Enough about the past life. What other thing do we need to know?" The living book said in its own ancient voice. As it spoke, the room shook, the wind blew harshly, and there was a dark chill: "Roosevelt has a son." "No way! It just doesn't get better, does it?" Micha voiced.

I've never done this before, and also I don't have anyone to accompany me. I walked towards the bar counter and ordered myself a liquor. I drank it while watching everyone having fun inside the club. I can spot a few people making out in the dim light corners. Some are dancing their hearts out, and some are just here enjoying the drinks… like me I stared at my drink, and imagined what my life would be if I hadn't met Damian. I probably wouldn't get hurt or be miserable like I am now. I guess this is the price of loving someone a lot. Got betrayed, used, and cheated on.

After a moment, he asked, “If I fed him to the sharks, would you cry?” I didn’t answer. Instead, I asked him, “Alessio Carbone, do you believe in another life?” He didn’t hesitate. “I do.” I looked at him. “Then why do you think people need another life?” He didn’t speak. I continued. “Because in this life, someone always makes a mistake.” “And some mistakes can never be undone.” I paused. “That’s why there has to be another life.”