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Willow happily said. "You look gorgeous the way you are. You shouldn't change it for anything" Japh and Star walked in. "See that!?" Willow pointed at the get well soon basket in Japh's hands. "What'd I tell you? He is back with more" "Oh this is from Star, not me" He dropped it on the floor. "Not you too Star" "There's a little teddy bear in there, it has red eyes. Now you don't need to feel like a freak" Star smiled.

“No. Wanna go to pawk.” “We'll go in about two hours.” “But why?” “It's not safe to go now because it's still night-time outside and Papa doesn't want you to get hurt, ok.” “Ok. We go Gwammy and Gwampy fiwst?” “Ok. But for now, how about I read you a story then we'll play with your toys?” “Yes.” Meanwhile… Twilight woke up in a bed that was definitely not hers. “You’re awake,” Trey said when he came in.

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

The inside is the only account available. He paused after writing this passage. He thought about the accuracy of the phrase "the inside is the only account available." It was true, as far as it went. But there was also a sense in which the inside account had always been available — had been available from the first year, perhaps from the first week — and the nine years had not created it so much as revealed it. The inside account was not something Don had produced. The inside account was something Don had discovered, like a room in a house you had been living in for years that you had somehow never opened the door to. The door had always been there. The nine years had given Don the confidenc

There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year. Social media accounts: Watpadd: swordofwhisper Dreame: sword of whisper Goodnovel: Marjo Ryna You can also message me at marjorhinah442@gmail.com for any inquiries. Thank you.

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

Anderson couldn't concentrate on anything; he couldn't think and had no appetite to eat, so he skipped school that day. When Jocelyn's father, the sheriff — Daniel Redwood — arrived, Mr Simpson showed him to the basement, where Daniel did some quick examinations. He returned to his office, warning that no one else should be left around the region. He said he'd be returning with people skilled in the crime field. Andy pulled himself up from the couch and headed for his bedroom. Whenever he felt this way, he read his Physics textbook; and that's just what he wanted to do. Running up the flights of stairs, he pushed his door in and walked to the shelves over his bed. He stretched to reach for h

" When I heard Kyle's thoughts, I instinctively clenched my fists. Me? Dumb? Yes, the old me had indeed been dumb. To earn money for my family's medical bills, I had worked myself to the bone. If I hadn't unexpectedly gained the ability to hear inner thoughts, I might still have been left in the dark. But now that I could hear their thoughts, I'd just play along. The broke, useless boyfriend whom Mable doesn't want? I'd gladly take him. I was going to let them know what it meant to dig their own graves. … For the next few days, life seemed to slip back into that same suffocating routine. I continued to wake up before dawn every day to brew medicine, cook, and work.

It's because I am still thinking about their ending huehue). It's gonna get a lot of sweety patooty chapters as Aaron and Aziel grow even more closer. The same thing with Nathalia and Sarrah too. I might write them in some chapters. But with the sweety patooty chapters, a lot of angsty chapters will come as well (I will do my best to make you cry Muwahahahahaha). But yeah, that's all for now. Thank you again and please know that I will always love all of you guys!

It makes my brain hurt just thinking about it. I'm just about to walk my way to freedom when for some reason, my legs won't go any further. What the hell? A powerful dose of euphoria steals my breath, completely taking over my body and my mind. My racing thoughts dissolve. My legs immediately give out and I have to catch myself before falling to the floor. I know this time is different and spectacular and so much more. Nothing matters but Atticus. I feel so incredibly at peace because I can actually feel his soul inside me, as if he's touching every inch of me. I can feel his thoughts and see his memories. For so many years he's been alone and now, I understand. I will never leave him again.