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"Her tongue feeds on human tongues, too. Once a week it should be feed or else, it will cause a very unpleasant sound, which can make a normal person go crazy," I wrenched at what I've heard. “Does it need a live tongue to be fed?” “No. From the dead, will do,” Yuck! "Your tongue didn't feel that way?" he asked with curiosity. "No, not yet I guess? But it looks scary if it does," "Yours was from the siren, maybe it only fed seaweeds?" I was about to open my mouth to say something when the door flung and Kurai barged in.

He walked again. "Never kill yourself Randu, whatever happens... you have to live." He mumbled in an even tone. “Hmmm.. although sometimes saying that sounds easy… but living it is very difficult. Life is hard sometimes, and the word survive is like a miracle too.” she mumbled dreamily. “You have to… have to endure. That's my order." "Why?" "Because I ordered you!"

Your words are enough to free myself from shackles that limit me for a long time. If all people are like you, then, I am fully sure that this world will be a better place. Even aliens from outer space would like to build a home here. People who think that fame, power and fortune make the world go round are the worst. You cannot prolong your life when you all got those. And you cannot take those things to your grave. Once you are dead, you will turn to dust, just like other people who died in the past centuries ago. It is kindness that really make the world go round.

Challenged him. Why was she here? She found herself considering how to leave. Politely. He grinned. “What I mean is the life is different when the body, the book, is, what, a computer tablet? A teeny-tiny phone?” A long sigh. “Pages, real pages, have a hunger to them. A need that isn’t answered when you push a button or, well, whatever it is you do with a whatchamacallit.” “A Kindle.” “Right. A Kindle. Books are greedy to be read. They’re desperate. That electronic stuff?” He shrugged. “It doesn’t have the feel of the page. It can’t feast on your senses. Your hopes. Your dreams.” A pause as he watched her. “You see?”

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The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

Why am I like this? “Because you’re different, my child.” Nana spoke from behind me. I was so into my thoughts that I hadn’t realized she had gotten into my room and was now leaning forward to give me a hug. I gave her a warm smile. Nana, my lovely granny, she always knows the right thing to say. She somehow always knows what I’m thinking and understands me so well. And I really love her for that! “I know you don’t want to but you can’t ignore the fact that you live in a society, can you? You need people in life so you can enjoy and actually live your life. You don’t need to fear them, they’re humans too, just like us.”

"But... Miss Amanda Grayson is also the adopted daughter of Mr. Andres. In his original will, he named her as the sole heir. In cases like this, the inheritance is divided and goes to both parties. My decision is that you two live together for a year, under the same roof, working together, and that your relationship becomes the best it can be. Only then will I be able to give you the inheritance in equal parts. If not, and you continue to fight and argue in every hallway, the inheritance will go to charity. That’s in the last clause of the will, in case Miss Amanda doesn’t want it." WHAT? I HAVE TO LIVE WITH THIS IDIOT?! I refuse. "Excuse me, Your Honor, what do you mean by living together u

“You’re fearless.” “Fearless doesn’t mean stupid,” I said. “It means I plan to live.” My heart thumped hard enough that it mattered. The plan was ugly, but effective. Lives are messy. Survival is messier. If anyone tried to stand between me and three more heartbeats, three more days, I would burn it down and buy brand-new furniture with the ashes. If that means I have to chain a stubborn king to a chair and watch him sputter until he says the words, then so be it.

It represented their wish for my lifelong happiness and fulfillment. Later, after that terrible incident—when Mom died and Dad's heart died with her, leading him to withdraw from the world entirely—I never received another birthday gift from my parents. That pin was one of a kind in the world. I treasured it so much that I couldn't even bring myself to wear it. I grabbed Sebastian by the collar and shoved him into a corner, towering over him as I demanded, "Where did you get that pin?" Sebastian suddenly began to choke up, "Nate, even though you've always resented me, I've always considered you my big brother. Vivi only bought me a few clothes because she felt sorry for me. Even if you're an