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Zayden As soon as I got done showering, I hurried and dried my body and hair, put on my clothes and walk out the door. I see my little mate sitting in the chair I left her in but with a book in hand. I slowly walk over to her and lean on the back of the chair. I notice she is reading my favorite book. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. “How do you like it so far?” I startled her apparently as she jumped as soon as I asked the question.

This was not her at all. She remained standing. Waiting. She knew someone would come to get her. One hour. Two hours. Still, no one came, but she did not dare move. She also did not close her eyes. In fact, she was afraid of closing her eyes. She did not want to go back just yet. She wanted to enjoy this time alone. Even if she was in someone else’s body. I’m sure they wanted their body back but she wanted to be selfish this time and experience something else other than cleaning and mopping. Soon enough, at the three-hour mark, someone came. She walked unhurriedly in without looking anywhere else. They looked at each other in silence before the lady sighed. In Tea’s mind, her name flashed.

Whereas Maya and Lily are both pregnant. At the end of the day, everyone got their happy ending. The end. **** Thank you for reading my book. This is the end. Since it’s a short book, I decided to add a bonus story “Alpha Xander’s Human Mate “ from the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it. From the next chapter will be “Alpha Xander’s Human Mate”

one two three four five In stories, Lila was only a one off character with some baggage that writers weren't willing to deal with and would brush off with an overly simplistic look that meant absolutely nothing to Lila in the long run; it was why 'Assassination Classroom' became so unbearable to her. one two three four five Lila was only meant to have her own tiny glimpse into a wider universe, never experiencing any of it ever again afterwards. one two three four five She wasn't meant to be thrust into the situation where timelines were being paraded out around as being at stake. one two three four five She wasn't meant to be the one tricking time travellers

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess. Mars was lost. The world outside the library’s single window dimmed from afternoon gold to deep twilight, then to the velvety black of true night. He only snapped out of it when he turned the final page, his body protesting with a chorus of aches. He blinked, his eyes stinging and watery, and groaned as he stood, his legs prickling with the agony of restored circulation. His phone screen glowed in the dark: past midnight. He had read for over ten hours, devouring a thousand pages without a single break. He stared at the strange novel with a mixture of awe a

A comment about the novel featured there, something about the author having gotten the ending wrong in a way that was somehow more honest than a correct ending would have been. And I had laughed. A real laugh. The kind that came up before I could shape it. The kind that reached my eyes. I had not thought about Solis. I had not thought about the second report or the clear photograph that had not yet been obtained. I had thought only about the book and the wrong ending and Harry standing on a sidewalk in a plain dark jacket saying something funny in the specific way only very precise observations are funny. Thirty-seven seconds. That was how long we had stood there.

She only had an hour and thirty minutes left. Not a minute added. ..... A/N : What do you think guys? Have you finally gotten an answer to the rhetorical question in the introductory chapter of this book? Awaiting your reply... Thanks...

Tss. Butler Guan arrived, he brought with him more aides and my personal assistant. He advised me to start preparing myself. I checked the time on the wall clock, only two hours left before midnight. I can almost hear the howls of the sub alphas coming from the distance. I sighed not quite sure of what's going to happen later this evening. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

No app. But the Clock on the home screen was moving backward. 9:01 AM... 9:00 AM... 8:59 AM... And then, a single line of text appeared at the very bottom of the screen, written in a font that Julian had never seen before. It wasn't Courier New. It wasn't Emerald. It was Handwritten. "JULIAN. CLARA. HOPE. THE SEVENTEEN SECONDS ARE UP. THE REALITY COMPLIANCE HAS BEEN OVERRIDDEN BY THE CO-AUTHOR. CHECK THE BASEMENT."