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he asks, eyes wide with exaggerated surprise. "Bite me death boy. There are more pressing matters at hand." I say, rolling my eyes. "Ah, yes. The one named Mason still troubles you. Would you like for me to kill him?" he asks, his scythe standing next to me, shining to let me know that its there. I shake my head. "Death isn't the answer for everything. I just want you to let me know what Mason's plans are." Death shakes his head. "Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life."

The sun was already friendly, only casting soft glows and colorful shield. “Maybe some people can be considered to be like pictures,” she said, almost muttering it to herself. “You don’t actually get to recognize how much they meant to you until they’re gone out of your life.” I nodded, ensuring to pocket the piece of art carefully like my life depended on it. “Thanks,” I finally said. “For the wonderful picture of course. And also, for the talk.” “Anytime, my pleasure,” she said, and strangely, I believed her.

Nicholas coughed, then said, "I'll be fine, Alicia. Don't worry too much, um?" "but you lost a lot of blood, dude," Noel interrupted casually. And Nicholas just looked at him lazily. The scene shifted as Nicholas slipped deeper into unconsciousness. Memories flashed before him like an erratic slideshow. The faces of loved ones, moments of joy and sorrow, and bits of conversation intertwined in a surreal collage. Suddenly, she found herself in a living dreamscape-a place that seemed both familiar and other-worldly. He stood in an ethereal garden, surrounded by shimmering flora and fauna. A figure emerged from the mist, bright yet mysterious.

there are two of me to think about now. I must be careful with my choices and think about this little being before myself. Even before Theo and Khai too. I let my eyes flicker open, and they instantly meet his, and for a brief moment, whilst he kisses me, we stare into one another eyes. The weirdest thought comes to the forefront of my mind before I can squash it. In another life... what could have been. I don't know where it comes from or why because I hate Damian for everything he's put me and the others through.

Camille said annoyed but the tears kept flowing down her cheeks. I just laughed softly and focused my attention on Vanessa's letter for me. Dear Alyana, i want you to know that i love you, i love you...all five of you. Even though we're not close, even though we're not close, you've been a part of my life. if I can be given a chance to choose in the next life, I want to be your brother or maybe a close friend, you are the type of brother I want to be. The last time we saw you, I wanted to hug you tightly and say that I wish I had been your sister or maybe even your best friend, it would be so nice to be friends with you and Camille. I want to be your friend but I feel that I don't deserve to

Anne -oh dear don't feel sad,just remember that anytime you feel in need of a woman,or you need someone to talk to, am always there for you, anytime of the day,ok it a promise to you Rick -Thanks babe,and thank you for everything you have done to me,the care and love you showed me,am so happy I have someone who will make me happy and not make me feel bad*smiles and kiss* Anne -thanks Rick,I love you so much*kiss* Rick -you do love me Anne*surprised* Anne - yeah I do love you Rick,ever since I saw you are a different personality entirely I fell for you, but am sad cause we can't be together,it's just a secret affair for the moment*sad and face fell* Rick

I fell to the ground, and my phone flew out of reach. She pounced, the blade aimed directly at me. The rain poured over us, blurring my vision. “Die!” she screamed, raising the knife. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst, until I heard a muffled grunt. When I opened my eyes, someone was between us—Gabriel. The knife had pierced his chest. Blood gushed from the wound, mixing with rainwater, dripping onto my face, warm and metallic.

I wanted to go home. Roxanne laughed, as if she had read my thoughts. "Want to die? I won't let you. If you stay in this world for one more year after failing your mission, your body in the original world will never wake up again." Her eyes gleamed. "I'll take your accumulated progress and clear the mission smoothly." She leaned closer, her voice dropping. "Don't blame me. The male leads in this world are too difficult. Every one of them looks like they love me to death, but none of them can reach absolute affection."

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.”

These fools want to redirect valuable resources to retake a mine overrun by creatures. The things loved the humid dark environment, must be similar to the hell from wench they came. The mine was a hot spot for creatures, with numbers well into the thousands. No raid could take that on without serious casualties, or most likely a raid wipe. Liam and Theon have been in an endless screaming match with the idiots from Anatol. This constant squabble has taken its toll on my mind. I pinch the bridge of my nose and slowly begin to rise. The entire room falls silent, Anatol’s ambassadors quickly sink to their seats. I am not opposed to beating sense into the slow-minded. Seems they have lost their f