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the stranger said. “Was,” I corrected him. “What do you mean?” the stranger asked. Telling him all I know, the stranger just listens. Once I was done explaining. We stood quietly for a while. Finally, he opened the book and started going through it. No expressions were shown on his face. “Do you have a name?” the stranger asked after a while. “There is one. Before I tell you, at first, there was only one initial. It’s at the end of that book. If you like, you may look at it.” I said.

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

The answer is ignorant. Ellthan took out something in his pocket, a necklace whose pendant was in the shape of a sun. Aiora is silent when Ellthan puts the necklace on, Aiora knows that the necklace is not just an ordinary necklace but like bugging and GPS maybe? "You don't believe me?" Asked Aiora sarcastically. "Yes." Ellthan replied annoying, making Aiora groaned irritated, he wanted to scratch the handsome face in front of him. "Come on." Invite Ellthan to embrace Aiora's waist possessive, take him out of the room.

How could they possibly orchestrate it so meticulously? Of course, I was no expert in mental illness, and I did not understand what went on when someone went insane. I searched for a long time, but there was very little information online because it happened 20 years ago. That post was already the most valuable information I had, but it was not enough to convince the girl. I thought about it and decided to look for other information. Soon, I found information about the girl's family and quickly called again. The call connected quickly. "Did you stay?" I asked immediately.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find the answers that will satisfy my curiosity. I was about to turn off my laptop, when a link popped up on my screen. Without any hesitations, I opened it. There were only few words listed on this page. It says that there is an unknown author who wrote a mysterious book which contained everything about death, clock birthmarks, soul mates and ill-fated relationships. I spent time searching for it. The title of the book is Hidden and just like it's name, it was nowhere to be found. My mom and dad also accompanied me to the clinic where Callie used to check up but Dr. Alvidarez was no longer there. Same goes to Dr. Montressor.

Leaning forward, she rested her head on her desk, feeling sick and uneasy. There was no one else to blame but herself. She needed to find that stranger, yet she’d also promised not to press charges. What if he didn’t even remember her? And what if word got out? A scandal would ruin everything, and her parents would find out sooner than she was ready to face.

"Open it." ‎ ‎I hesitated. ‎ ‎"I hope it suits you," Eve said, still smiling. ‎ ‎Slowly, I peeled back the wrapping paper. ‎ ‎The bright colors hit me first. Then the sharp smell of cheap ink. ‎ ‎My stomach dropped when I saw the title printed across the cover. ‎ ‎How to Turn a Straight Man into a Gay Guy. ‎For a second, everything went quiet. You could have heard a pin drop. Even I seemed to stop breathing.

I could not help but clench my fists. A chill spread through my body. At the same time, many things finally made sense to me. None of what had happened before was a coincidence. He had planned everything. It was no wonder that Raymond had shown up in the park at the right moment. He even claimed to have mistaken me for someone else. After that encounter, he repeatedly showed up in front of me, as if he had implanted a tracking device on me. It made even more sense that the toy had a recording function. Samuel had given it to me.

She’d never been in his apartment long enough to notice the details. Now that she had, she couldn't stop cataloging them. The place was neat. But not soulless. Books stacked unevenly on the side table. A cracked ceramic ashtray on the window ledge, even though he didn’t smoke. A bottle of whiskey, unopened, beside a single short glass. His couch was leather and worn in places, the throw blanket uneven and wrinkled like he’d slept on it. She could smell him everywhere—cedar, musk, faint sweat. Lived-in. Male. Elias.

He obviously heard when I had the nightmare, and maybe, just maybe I had mentioned Atticus’s name. I tried to navigate my thoughts back to the architecture of the house. What kind of house was crafted in such a weird way? Everything seemed off. The reflections doubled back on themself like it was deliberate, like something was hiding in plain sight. After I finished cleaning, I stayed tracing the glass, unsure of what exactly I was looking for. I wanted to stop, but I heard a faint hum behind like a vibration. Electronics. “Fuck.” I staggered back. What was happening? I leaned in to listen, but I heard footsteps.