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He took her hand, and promised never to let go. THE END AUTHOR’S NOTE Dear beautiful readers, Thank you from the bottom of my heart for journeying with me through In Between Kisses I Whisper. Your support, your reactions, and your presence have meant more than I can ever express. alive. As you turn this final chapter, I’d love to ask one small favor… If you enjoyed this book, please follow me into my next world THE DEVIL’S CLAIM: HIS LITTLE MOUSE. Your support doesn’t just help the story grow it keeps me writing, dreaming, and giving you more worlds to escape into.

There was a dresser with a mirror over it to my right not far from the doors that led to a balcony. There were to doors two the left that I’m assuming lead to the closet and the bathroom. It’s so simple and I love it, there’s nothing extravagant like a chandelier or an ice sculpture. I’ve honestly never seen a beta that is this simple; then again I’ve only met one beta in my entire life. “Earth to Charlie,” Jake said snapping me out of my thoughts and I turned to him. “Do you like it? If you don’t we can add a few things to make you feel at home.”

I shrugged and walks to the direction where Skylar was. There are 5 rows in the library. First, near the door, second, beside the first, third, in the middle of shelves and in the library, fourth, beside the fifth, fifth, beside the huge window and the very back of the library. Every row there is also 5 tables with 4 seats. As my feelings growing deeply to him, my guts and braveness is also growing too. I am now seating at the fourth table beside the fifth table where he is seating and reading now. Every year I changed seats, I go closer to him little by little. Yeah, I have the courage to do that, but don’t have the courage to confess to him. Tess always teases me because I am a cowardly do

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Clark gave a nod and started the car engine. They got to the place. It was a bungalow. A well furnished bungalow where members of the confraternity residing in LA usually meet up, away from the burning eyes of others. It was hidden just like Skylar's house, just that it was located in the city, while Skylar's was located on the outskirts of the city. They both got inside and we're faced with the two men that seemed to be in a heated argument and Skylar's presence brought calm in the midst of the argument.

"I'll get you your clothes and get you something to eat before you go." "You can get me the clothes; you have been wanting to do that all morning but for breakfast, I'll come back later." "That's alright " I said, then went out of the room. After Ike left, I buried myself in my phone and laptop, drawing new designs. The room suddenly got dark. I heard the tapping of the rain against the roof. I closed my window then lay down, pulling my blanket to my neck even though the weather was not all cold. A new unfamiliar scent hit my nostrils reminding me of whom had been with it the previous night.

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Music drifted through the car—something easy, something that made you want to linger. Her son played tour guide from the back. “Sheep!” Keller answered, not even surprised anymore. “Yeah.” “And more sheep!” “Ireland’s breaking records now.” “And cows!” “That’s it. We’re famous.” Selana laughed again—quieter this time, just content. She caught Keller’s glance in the mirror. He noticed, and somehow, nothing needed to be said. These pockets of silence kept happening, places where they just understood each other. After so much chaos, even peace felt a little strange. Strange and a bit scary.

“No. Actually... I thought you were brave as hell for showing up.” I didn’t know what to say to that. Nobody had ever called me brave before. Pathetic, fat, weird? Sure. But brave? I lowered my arms slightly. “You don’t even know me.” “Maybe not. But I was curious.” I narrowed my eyes. “Why?” He offered a half-shrug, like even he wasn’t sure. “You read something once. In AP Lit. Junior year. Poem about the moon. It stuck.” My brain glitched. “You remember that?”

Wendy asked. "It's what the book says. The words were shown to me before the book appeared before me. That light took me behind. Let's see," she said, immediately turning to the first page. This book was not a book. It was some kind of processor. Like, I never knew the underworld had twenty first century techniques. The writings weren't fixed, rather they dispersed into thin air and then fresh characters appeared in the book. It was like a movie to me. No, not a movie: it was like magic to me.