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"I know it's unbelievable but believe me, I'm telling you the truth. And this world...this is fictional." "Wait, Amira, are you even serious? It's not a fictional world. This is real!" "It is Patty, and Zeke Alejandro, he's the main character of the story I'm reading. He's written to be with Krisha Fajardo." "Wait, Krisha? That's impossible Amira, they hate each other." "Yes, I know, but their destiny is already written," I exclaimed

Mwajuma, the girl who had been feared as a monster, walked the fields, her bare feet pulsing with a connection to the soil, coaxing life from the red dust. But the true heart of the valley was a strange, solitary pool of water near the southern cliffs. The villagers called it Chozi la Ardhi—The Earth’s Tear. It was deep, unnaturally still, and rumored to have no bottom. Mwajuma stood by it often, staring into its glassy surface, feeling a strange hum in her bones that she could not explain. It felt less like water and more like a waiting room. Five miles to the east, the village of Kijani was dying.

Contracted Story, Don't Plagiarize It Settling our difference/Epilogue (Book 1) Epilogue Book 1 Zoey's POV I stare at the mirror to adjust my hair, and I use this moment to remember how things have been for the past few days...

She had to remind him next time since she did not want to get pregnant before marriage. After taking a shower, Zoe went downstairs to have breakfast. There was a bowl of bird’s nest on the table. She remembered what Mable had said yesterday and did not drink it. After breakfast, she went upstairs to get her laptop, planning to work in the living room. As she was going downstairs, she suddenly had a craving for fruit. So, she went to the kitchen. She had just reached the kitchen when she heard Aunt Laura’s voice whispering. “Ms. White didn’t drink the bird’s nest soup today... Yes... Should I add the medicine to her drink instead?”

Alexander MacWatters’ POV As I went to stand up and make sure that everyone’s attention was on me, I looked at Azalea who was sitting next to me. I smiled like a mad man in love. “well, where to begin,” I said as I looked around the table. “at the beginning, dumbass,” Brad commented before everyone laughed. “well, I first met Azalea was on campus, she was swimming beautifully in the water. She did not even know that I was watching her,” I started.

Zach raised his as well, with a smile on his face. “We’re glad to have you back,” Jace added, nodding his head to Zach. “And for Amber…” It was Zach. “For not giving up on me.” His face softened, and I could see the sincerity of his words. “Amen to that!” I said as we bumped our beers against each other and drank them before shifting our gazes back to the females by the river. ----------------- AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello, my lovelies! We are nearing the end of HOATL, which means the next book of the series is almost in our hands!

"They’re absorbing the runoff!" But the cost was being paid in the center of the plaza. Nomo was on his knees now, his face pale as death, his hands locked onto Sofia’s as if they were fused together. Sofia was standing, her hair flying in the unnatural wind, her eyes twin suns of violet fire. "Just a little longer, Nomo... just a little longer," Sofia’s voice echoed in Zilo’s head, a telepathic whisper that carried the weight of a thousand years. (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)

His Mom was naive enough back then, but now, she has got her little soldiers to protect her this time around! Since he has finished typing a message, Zeke passed back the cellphone to Zach who collected it. . Author Tina Nwuba: I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter?.... See you then In the next chapter. anyways, don't forget to support this book.

Grandma Zora placed a hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Do it now.” "I, Vespa, formally reject Zeke and Ziah as my mates. I release you both from our bond, and I no longer desire a romantic relationship with you. I wish you peace and hope you find true love in the future. I also hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me.” Ziah's hand clutched his heart, and he let out a painful growl, the most painful sound I've ever heard in my life, while Zeke went on his knees with his head bowed to the ground.

“But he was older. He spoke. In riddles.” Joha looked at me, serious now. “This could be magic.” “I am magic,” I said matter-of-factly. “Just… not always on purpose.” He snorted. “Let’s not tell Mama yet.” “She might ground the owl.” “Exactly.” We sat under one of the big shade trees near the edge of the camp, passing the stone between us. Joha was quiet a long while. Then he muttered, “The girl who walks unheard…” I looked up sharply. “You heard that too?”