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Fine? I looked down at myself. The rotting flesh. The body covered in saliva and god knows what else. My back throbbing. My bones shattered in a dozen places. This was "fine"? The Betas chimed in, piling on: "Yeah, Layla, don't make this a big deal." "You should be honored that Mia even wanted to see you." "Honestly, without Knox vouching for you, no one would even look at you. You're just an Omega. Don't act like you're special."

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

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I should be so professional that he can't even find any faults. I lifted the heavy book using both of my hands and placed it in front of me as it created a huge sound. I sensed Gabriel turned to me, but I didn't care. If something breaks because of these books, then it is on him. He fucking forced me. I opened the book and started to read, trying my best to understand everything that I read. It is about clothing and fashion. It is not that complicated, but it is hard.... maybe because I don't know anything about clothing and fashion.

He pleaded, his mouth forming a pout and it looked really adorable on him. My books. The books The very reason I couldn’t even slip into a café without being hunted like prey. I pasted on the kindest smile I could muster, though it probably came out looking more like a grimace. “That’s… flattering. But I’m sort of…” “Wait, wait!” the girl cut me off, clutching her phone screen in front of me. “Can you say the line? The line from chapter twenty-one?” She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre.

It is as if he's gotten her where he wanted her to be, speechless to let him talk out his heart and feeling. "Very stupid of me to say this again in an unromantic way but what could I possibly do? You don't want to give us a chance and I have to confess everything to you like this not over a dinner with candles showcased and flowers exhibited. Don't look too surprised about this, I have another confession to make." He bashfully admitted, his red tongue coming out to lick the seam of his lips in nervousness. Darn it, if his juniors or brothers will see him like that, there would be havoc and peril. Him, Major Mujaheed Abubakar Danbazau nervous? Ha, that is only in their dreams no doubt.

in the break room were now spamming the chat with thank-you memes. Daniel: “Mr. Shaw, you’re amazing! I knew sticking with you was the right choice!” Maggie: “Thank you, Mr. Shaw! I’m going to start looking up travel guides right now!” Eric: “Ahhh! I’m buying new swim trunks for photos!” Hah. Their attitudes changed faster than flipping a page. Just as the excitement in the chat reached its peak, an untimely message popped up. Julian: “Azure Haven Islands? That’s where tacky rich people go. Hot, crowded, and totally basic.”

The book had done very well. I had walked out of the dark of all of it. Eventually, I moved to a city by the sea. There was no Mason there. There was just my future, and it was bright.

He kept changing phone numbers to apologize to me, even though no matter how many times I blocked him, it never stopped. The day before I left for studies abroad, the buyer of my condo called, claiming that my fiancé was camped outside, refusing to leave. Reluctantly, I went there. Milton looked like a ghost of himself. He was grimy and gaunt, with dark circles hollowing his eyes. His hair was greasy, and his stubble wild. He stood there awkwardly, like a scolded kid. His voice was a hoarse croak. "Claire..."

Saying that quite out loud "When she awoke in a cold sweat, the darkness fresh inside and outside her mind, I would talk to her, speak words of encouragement in that high, teetering voice of mines until she made it to other end of the hall and to her mother’s room. You’re almost there. You’re almost there. No one had ever grown closer to her than me, no one had ever come closer to feeling like home." I sighed, that was her favorite story line from the book "Memories" by Dim Leon, I remember how much I hated reading that book, but she made me read her bed time stories. "I miss you every day Nuella" keeping aside a picture of hers, she was smiling at me that day, she looked so beautiful, she