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Then another. My hand reaches for her face, and she leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. Her skin is warm beneath my palm. Soft. Familiar. But it's not the right warmth. It's not the right softness. And when I close my eyes, I don't see her face. I see grey eyes. Bruised throat. A laugh that sounds like breaking glass. You could have had everything, I told Lia. But I was wrong. I could have had nothing. Because everything I am, everything I've become, is a cage I built around myself, and I threw away the key years ago.

I crack open the bottle, take a hearty swig, set it aside, and finally open my laptop to continue working on this closing chapter. Alright, let's see. The last time I left off, my character Luna (who's basically me in disguise) had just slammed the door in her ex-boyfriend's face after he, the cheating scoundrel, tried to win her back. Suppressing the familiar surge of emotions at this scene, I continue to narrate the next six months of her life—essentially mine—starting with this line: "I am the human equivalent of tangled headphones." I take another sip from the bottle before delving into the next chapter:

"Yes. What is your name? My name is Dezmond" "Where are you? Why are you in my house?" Ruby was starting to panic; she was having a conversation with an invisible man. "I am not in your house. I am inside your head. Please tell me your name, it is important." He sounded concerned and Ruby instantly started to trust him. "I'm Ruby Lockton. I must be crazy" "You're not crazy. Where do you live?" "Royal Wood." "I will find you. I will keep you safe. I will be with you soon." It was silent. Ruby sat in the tub reeling from the brief conversation.

“Our comforts came from one another – crazy to crazy and becoming sane. She came like lightning from my own rainless storm and introduced me to a new world. But it will be mine once we get out of there. Although, I first got out and no news from her afterwards.” ‘Who could be that she? A new world?’ She wonders that she stares at the door. Finding no appealing content, then she moves to another journal, flipping a sheet to the other. “It was different but I expected it – the boy with scars on his own back could find no companion in life. Meeting with judgments from the people whom I redeemed loving, caring and all so holy. The blood I vomit they see is nothing but disgust and a grin.” Whispe

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

In my family, I'm the only son in my household who is raised on an installment plan. Because in this family, my parents refuse to raise a useless child. When my sister wants concert tickets, he just has to help Mom sweep the floor once, and he gets them. When my brother wants to install a gaming setup in her room, she just has to give Dad a quick shoulder massage. But me? Every time I need money, I have to sign an IOU. Over 18 years, I've accumulated a drawerful of IOUs, piled together like a thick ledger. And because asking for money feels like the ultimate humiliation, I gradually learn to live frugally. This summer, I work three jobs and scrape together enough to cover my college t

I'll forever be thankful. Thank you all for waiting patiently for updates, no matter how slow. I'm so grateful. Wanna know who was in the body bag and why? Check out my other story Torn within on my Wattpad profile (Caupcayke). https://www.wattpad.com/story/230535920?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Caupcayke&wp_originator=o6abAKlxASMRKvPqU5y8hFbTL5JEB%2B1mSit2cezx911yZ8IBeinxWqt4VO0uVHeC5TREKe2u5nEvb96z5fnRQAEDxjajU6GOA2pShAhqGRqvADgDnlA2%2FxbuHC0CIm%2Fl

Chapter 4: Harriot POV I woke up feeling disoriented. I looked around and realized that I was in a beautiful room with intricate designs on the walls and ceiling, a king-sized bed and a wardrobe filled with clothes. I was brought in by Wade's Beta, Orien. I begin to reflect on the past and how my family was attacked by Wade's pack and saved by him. I couldn't help the tears flowing down my cheeks, I sobbed like a baby. I can't imagine living under a roof that had my family killed. I hope I can forgive them, I said to myself.

Cinderella POV. I got dressed as Pauly told me to, and the traitor went over to Lilith, what does he even see in Lilith, she's evil! He keeps saying don't judge a book by its title, but has he seen my books, the title says it all! I have a freaking story that's called Insomnia story, it's only been called that since I wrote it when I couldn't sleep at night, see the title says it all, and Lilith is bad news.

Inside is a letter from a woman named Maya. She writes: "I was in a hospital waiting room three weeks ago. My boyfriend had put me there. I was waiting for test results on my arm, which he had broken. I had a book with me that someone had lent to me. Your book. I read the entire thing in one sitting in that hospital waiting room. I cried through chapter seven. I recognized myself in every word you wrote about being afraid and being in love and being trapped in the same person simultaneously.