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“I already regret dating a man who thinks body spray counts as hygiene.” Then she slammed the door in his face. Silence filled the apartment. For the first time that night, the anger faded enough for embarrassment to settle in. Two entire years wasted on a man dumb enough to destroy his relationship over cheap wine and bad choices. Her phone buzzed suddenly. Unknown Number. Winona frowned before opening the message. [Congratulations, Winona Hart.] [You have been selected for The Midnight Project, an exclusive immersive reality experience for rising creators.] Another message followed immediately.

I could see a level of understanding cross the faces before me. “I was hidden away when my village was burned to the ground and sent out to the human world for protection. I only discovered my true identity a few days ago and yesterday I learned an even greater truth.” I had to stop once again to collect myself. I knew I had to show strength but the truth was I still hadn’t completely accepted everything I learned yesterday. It seemed that I was out of time. “All of you have heard the rumors and stories about the Midnight child. You have told your kids fairy tales and probably wondered if any of it had been true. It is.”

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

The next day was my exam and I was going to get tired 18: A Handsome Teacher Shanaya Singhania POV My exams started but Rahul wasn't back. And Dad was still out of town. It was my last exam and I was going home. I was tired. I wanted to get a good sleep. I reached home and After taking shower I lay down and then suddenly I remembered the day when it was my last exam. It was the night before my last exam. I was studying in my room and I didn't realize when I slept and I was placing my head over my books. I slept for a while and I got up when my alarm started ringing and I looked at my phone and was too tired but the next moment I got stunned seeing Ryan.

[Cara] It’s been three months now, yet instead of waking up with the sound of my alarm clock, I jolted up on my bed, screaming bloody murder. I’ve been taking meds, helping me with my anxiety and melatonin. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.

I heard the car engine start before i hang up the phone. Taking another deep breath, i leaned back on the bench after picking my Diary up. Flicking the lock open, i stared at my neath handwriting and at the top right corner of the first page, it bare the date of the day i started writing on my last Diary. Senior year of highschool...

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

"Lies." I KNOW IT'S A LIE, OKAY?!!! CAN YOU LEAVE ME SOME FACE PLEASE? THANK YOU. Midnight walked to the bed and sat on it, taking the laptop on his lap to see what his cute Ry was trying to do this time. However, as the blinding titles of the books on the screen burned his eyes, Midnight froze, not knowing how to react. What is this? What happened to the fantasy books she used to read? Is this a new hobby?

his voice had been low, even, impenetrable, "alone." He'd given her a phone—small, black, burnt. Untraceable. "One number. Me." She'd stolen it. But never used it. Until tonight. --- Present – Midnight Shadows The phone rang once. She didn't move for it. Not yet. She took out her diary instead. Not the one they'd found. A second diary. Hidden in the lining of her trunk. Dates. Details. Names. Who brought which tray? Who changed which locks? Who breathed what into which walls.

My pillow goes flying off my head and I throw a book at the door before I can realize what I'm doing. I sure just hope that isn't any of my textbooks. I groan in frustration. My eyes flickering open as I lay on my side and I involuntarily see the time. It's midnight. It's literally midnight!! What gives?! I was wrong. This isn't a punishment. It's torture. I hear the door open and her giggles are now unfiltered from the door now. “Good night” I hear her say and what follows next is the door closing. Another door opens and then closes immediately after and the silence that seems too good to be true finally comes to stay.