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Minus “You wanna hear more?” I asked in disbelief. She raised an eyebrow. “I’m here, aren’t I?” “Flyin’ baby Jesus, Cricket. I can’t for the life of me figure out why?” “Would you make up your mind please, Minus,” Cricket ground out. “Do you want me to be a part of this, or not?” “Actually… I don’t know,” I admitted. “That’s not an answer!” she snapped.

IS ARCANA GOING TO BE ON A****N OR BARNES AND NOBLES? I am happy to announce that Arcana is going to be published independently. I know you must have been wondering where it will be available. The truth is I am torn between two options: A****n and Barnes & Noble. I have tested A****n as a publishing platform and do not find it favourable but using another platform is a risk I do not I am willing to take. Having got some tips to utilize A****n better, I am still not sure if I am willing to use it.

Linda said. Richard shrugged "that's your business, what about our balance?" Linda chortled "what balance are tou talking about? You didn't even finish the job." "And how is it my fault that we didn't finish the job, you canceled it, besides we rejected other jobs from people because of yours" Richard said. "You must be out of your mind to think that I would give you another dime, you did not finish the job and as such, you have no balance!" Linda yelled.

It wasn't that I was uncomfortable so I avoided talking to the guys - it was that, I was still not done figuring out. I had always believed in the miracles of love and stuff related to the confusing but captivating thing called 'love' but never really felt I needed it. I always pictured myself alone in the future, happily. Never, not even once, did I feel that I need to marry one day and start a family. It wasn't related to feminism or anything of that sort but it was just my personal decision. Of course, feminism and all these gender inequalities are important but my decision to not want any partner was a personal choice. I was neither a feminist, pseudo-feminist, misandrist nor a meninist

Well not exactly abnormal but I have always found his head quite bigger than the rest of his body. He walks to the center and starts addressing us with a voice that sends chills at the back of my neck. "As we all know, the farming group depends on what we foragers gather around, your job is to bring back seeds, plants or anything that could help them keep the plants here alive. Your assignment today is to go out there and get me plants. Remember to keep an eye out for a good water spot that isn't contaminated. Those who come back with plants will graduate and become standard Foragers but those of you that come back empty handed would- well you will help the community in other ways."

I said and he smiled "I know. I want her to stay that way. Just be careful with her. She's had a hard time and I really don't want her to get lost in some relationship, you know?" Leo added I thought for a moment. "I get what your trying to say. I promise that I won't do that to her. I want to be her partner. I don't want to control her, or change her. She's perfect as she is" I said and I saw Leo relax

After graduating from high school, he suddenly refused to follow his parents' arrangements. Refused to study finance, later returned to work in his father's company. Insisted on studying agriculture. His father was angry, threw his favorite tea set, pointed his finger at Avis and cursed: "You're good. Let me tell you what the consequences are for not listening to me.” “Yes, it's up to you, dad.” Avis is unapologetic. Deliberately adding fuel to the fire. Avis makes everyone in the house look at him with different eyes.

A murmur rippled through the council. Merek studied her like a collector eyeing a rare blade. “You’re dangerous.” “To those who deserve it.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “We have rules for a reason. Power unchecked becomes corruption.” Kael spoke. “She’s my Luna. My pack. You don’t get to touch her.” “You forget, Kael.” Merek’s voice sharpened. “You don’t own her.” “No,” Luna cut in. “But he respects me. Can the same be said of you?”

“So where's you going after this?” Kofi asked his colleague, Caleb, as he tried to unscrew the underparts of a helicopter where certain work equipments were stored. “Home,” Caleb replied, “I'm going home.” Kofi nodded, understanding. As an independent contractor, they could take vacations when they wanted to, turn down a job, or refuse to take a job. Plus, it was a high paying job. Seriously, Kofi couldn't think of a better job. High-pay, low-task. Or at least to him, it was low task.