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Kira growled. “Oh fuck” Guila cussed under her lips as she stood up from the couch. “I'm sorry. Take care, we will talk later.” Guila said as she walked away. Kira fired a deadly stare at me before heading out of the room with Guila. I reclined on the couch and sighed wondering what possibly Antonio might have gone through. I picked up the book I had picked from the shelf. I realized it was an Italian book that teaches Italian. I started flipping through the pages even though the words in it made my head ache. A picture fell on the floor out from the book. I picked it up and saw a picture of a lady. She was so beautiful with dark curly long hair. I looked behind it, there was a write-up.

Among them, only Lewis, Jin, Nami, and Sherry knew about the story of that novel. "Okay, Listen. I'll tell you what is this and the plot, okay?" He said then cleared his throat. "This story is called, "Is there a reason why?" What a beautiful title right?" He asked. "Yes... That's amazing sir!" The students liked it. The title caught them and so the cover. "Good. Okay, I will start if by explaining how this novel works. So, who among you read a light novel." He asked. And so, the students who read the light novel raised their hands.

"I'm guilty. Pilar came up with the idea. I thought it would be a great opportunity for some family bonding." "I loved it, thank you very much." "Alessandro, bring little Luca over; I'm dying to see him." "Yes, Grandpa." "Little Luca is growing so fast. He looks just like you, Alessandro. The only difference is the eye color." "They're honey-colored, like Clau's." "Let's move to the table now; I've prepared my famous Italian lasagna." "It's one of my favorite dishes, Mom." "I know, Claudia. I hope you all enjoy the meal."

Unknown number. I clicked it. > “Piccola colomba… sto arrivando per te.” I blinked. My brows knitted together. The words were in another language. Italian maybe? I whispered it out loud, trying to shape the strange letters with my tongue. “Pic…cola… colomba.” It didn’t make sense. The words stared back at me. I didn’t know what it meant, but the moment my eyes landed on it, something inside me twisted. The letters looked normal, but they felt heavy, wrong. Like a hand reaching out of the screen to grip my throat.

"Shall we start over and get to know each other again? Or would that be…" Pressing my lips against Gale’s, I didn’t give her the chance to continue her words. I had waited too long to hear her finally say those words, and this time there wouldn’t be anything to make her turn away from me again. "Do you have any idea how happy you’ve just made me, la mia luce?" I ask quietly, placing my forehead against hers. "La mia luce?" Gale repeats, furrowing her brows. "What is that?" "It means ‘my light'. ’" I respond, kissing her again.

" angry with the author's stupid dog shit novel; she hurriedly opened her keyboard and typed in " THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NONSENSICAL NOVEL , F*CK YOU AUTHOR!" But cursing the author once wasn't enough for her so she repeatedly cursed the novel and the author . The Fl was putiful but so was Chelsea under WHAT premises was Lilian allowed to have a HE but Chelsea was given a BE? " Iliana! We will be late for Mrs Sushma's hindi lecture " " I'm coming Rohini " Iliana shouted to her best friend and rushed out from her room but as soon as she stood up her head started to feel dizzy .

And as the dust settled, finally, Ilyria saw him. The Lightning Bird, the creature of legends, the one no Idixatian would mention without a small shiver or an anxious glance skywards. They said the Lightning Bird was neither man nor beast—a demon creature. They said those who looked on it were blinded. They said those who looked away would be marked for ruin. Yet what stood before her was only a man, his face not yet carrying the hardened edges that seemed to mark the cruelty of manhood. With his wings lowered, and his hands at his side, he looked gentle, even though the evidence of his power lay scattered still, across the street.

Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin. And so I flip it open. I blink once, twice at the words written on the first page. “What is this?” I flip through the book seeing more of the same gibberish writing. “Niko…” I hold the book out to him flopping down on the couch beside him. Looking away from his computer, he takes it from me, his eyes smiling as he pops it open between two fingers and reads the words out loud. “Le regole della famiglia.” “It’s written in Italian?” I blink at him.

Behind me, Rome stayed near the entrance, watching quietly. “Do you like this one?” he suddenly asked. I turned slightly. He was pointing toward a specific book resting on one of the nearby shelves. I stepped closer and pulled it out carefully. My eyes widened slightly when I read the title. It was a novel written by Sun the Morning. A love story about the moon and the sun. A quiet memory surfaced inside my mind. I had read this before in my past life. The story had stayed with me for years because of how bittersweet and beautiful it had been.