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However, you will also see his mistakes, fumbles, and failures. Naturally, since these are the memories of a person's life, it is uncensored so you will see every aspect of him as a person. It is essential so you can see the full picture and learn the intricacies of the story. You will see loveably innocent moments, and explicitly intimate moments, with nothing edited out. Therefore, as a disclaimer, this is a story for mature readers. You will see the most private aspects of Dillon's thoughts and experiences. It may be too much for some, just like with anything in this world, and that's fine. However, the ones that push forward to read the entire story will be rewarded with happiness and la

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CHAPTER 1 I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life? I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.

Reminiscing the past, he sadly smiled at the book he was holding - feeling the roughness of the cover and softly whispered the title of the book "My Life from now on," He said those words because it's the title of the book. That's the title because he's the one who created the book. It was his biography from the moment he entered the dukedom, then again he remembered that night where he was saved by the two people he respected so much that he was willing to give up his life. But to his regret, he wasn't able to protect them when the time had come to make them apart from the world

In the library, they saw Sonja sitting on a Desk with Samantha on the opposite of her who was gloomy looking down. "Hello Sonj, what's up with her?" "Morning Phil, she's just a little shy." "Did you scold her again, anyway look at this book that I found, it's really weird and interesting." Phil took the old book out of his bag and placed it on the table so that everyone can see it, Samantha was even curious and took a glance at the book. "It talks about dreams and how to navigate it apparently." Sonja and the others watched the old book curiously, the cover depicts a compass with a crescent moon covering one side while a greek ship at the bottom carrying the two, the words Liber Somniorum et

“Don’t you understand? That book... is a gold mine of knowledge!” “Er...” “That’s Vevila’s Grimoire! Her witch’s bible!” I dropped the book in shock. ________________

More bookshelves covered the walls in front of her with an open hallway in the center. Sean interrupted her viewing to tell her to look at the middle shelf to the right. Laying flat, one on top of the other were two beautiful photo books, with candles on each side. She went to pick up the large photo album, forgetting about her hand, when Sean picked it up and placed it on the desk. She opened the first page and saw the foundation of this place, with a picture of the boys and Sean. A note below it said. “We are your foundation. We will always be here to build you up. Love, Your guys, forever.”

Sofia. I tiptoed into Jules’ room as I fantasized about how I would definitely become its new inhabitant when it all falls in place between Deangelo and I, the ultimate dream of mine since forever. I tiptoed in, so as not to disturb the prints in the carpet from her oh-so graceful feet. I gazed in envy at the numerous beautiful hardback books that her husband had given her; they had never been read and simply collected dust and had stood in piles. It made me bitter when I thought of the tattered copies of the classics I had scavenged for at jumble sales and the efforts I made to return the library books I so frequently borrowed.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.