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I couldn't see anything clearly, but I could hear Mika's voice, muffled and indistinct, speaking in hushed tones. She emerged from the house a few moments later, leaving the door unlocked. I waited, my heart pounding, until she was gone, before cautiously approaching the old house. I had to know what was going on. Mika's back was turned to me, her voice hushed as she spoke into the phone. This was my chance. I slipped into the old house, moving with a quiet grace honed by years of tiptoeing around my own anxieties. The interior was dark, a cavern of dust and shadows, the air thick with the scent of decay and forgotten memories.

I opened the fridge and saw it was packed with nothing but the best ingredients prepared for the party. I took out flour, eggs, and milk. With practiced, numb movements, I began making Rebecca's favorite muffins. I only had three days left to live. Since that was the case, what was the point in arguing? All they wanted was a gentle and virtuous fiancee, an obedient and sensible daughter, as well as a clever and well-behaved sister. I would give them exactly that. As for my feelings, my pain, and everything about me… it didn't matter anymore. After all, I was going to die anyway.

Gabriel filled a tooth glass with water and handed it to his washed-out looking man. Nick rinsed his mouth out. "Do you feel okay?" Gabriel nodded, "Back into bed with you, and I'll go and make tea." Millie finally woke up, and she grabbed her phone to look at the time. "Oh God, that's half the day wasted. She got dressed, and as it was such a beautiful day, she sat on the back doorstep and drank her tea. Peace of mind returned, as she watched the bees bumbling about the mass of lavender bushes lining the garden path. She could smell next door's Sunday roast cooking, and two gardens down someone was hanging the laundry out. She got her notebook and planned a new recipe, for tomorrows Insta p

After what seemed like eternity, we arrived at a rusty iron door that seemed to have seen better days, and Moana pulled the handle and jerked it open. "Welcome to the outside world, my mistress. " I stepped out of the dark barn, into the sunshine. As far as my eyes can see, everywhere is filled with different grains and legumes. All green and fresh, the corns as high as a tree, and the bean stalks as big as a full-grown green grass snake. This is the largest farm I have ever seen. Not even our pack farm could be compared to it in size. What if we got lost in the maze of grains?

Chapter 125: A New Dawn The golden days of the morning sun stretched across the sprawling fields of the SeaHowl pack’s lands, illuminating the once-barren soil that now termed with life. The crops had taken root, and the farming techniques they had adopted from the humans had transformed the landscape. Where once there had been famine, there was now the promise of a bountiful harvest., Hana stood at the edge of the fields, taking in the sight. It was almost surreal to see how quickly things had changed. She glanced over her shoulder as Jarrel approached, his expression one of quiet satisfaction,

______________________________________________ Brought to you by V1 Productions YouTube The Night Known As You (Game Edition) Chapter 1, Part 1 https://youtu.be/7PtjX11Viho ______________________________________________ Version 7 POV The soft morning sunlight peeked through the clouds, shining and glistening down the brilliant green blankets of trees which hugged each other. The trees were aligned making way for a narrow muddy road that leads to Ayrshire. A light soft breeze picked up fabricating the blankets of trees to rustle and sway, the rhythmic beat of my horse's hooves clanking, echoes along with the squeaky noise of my Caravan which I had gotten used to since I had no idea of fixing

Turning my eyes in that direction, in my heart I really miss my mother and sister. "Mother, rest assured! As long as I put in a little more effort, by the end of this month I will be able to send money back to you for my first wage. This money will help two people have a more prosperous life in the poor village!” I remember my family and I think of those purple water morning glory flowers that I saw this afternoon in that deserted garden. I lifted my neck to see the bedroom of Madam Anna, Mrs. White, and the other owners. I finally realized that they had long since turned off the night lights, so I crept stealthily toward the deserted garden. I know that Madam Anna doesn't allow me to roam t

He then announced, “Good. Tomorrow, you and Savy can have your free time. Go around town. The city boy isn't that bad after all." He turned to Savannah and suggested, “You can give him a tour at the milking parlor while we prepare for dinner.” “Eh, okay, grandpa,” Savannah agreed. Savannah and Alexander drove to the biggest structure on the farm, and it was there where Alexander witnessed the modern-day method of milking cows. When he entered the milking parlor, his eyes widened. He exclaimed, “What?! Are you kidding me, Savy!" He saw rows of cows with tubes attached to their teats. Pointing to one tube, he asked, “What are these?”

She sniffed quietly, pressing her fingers to the interrupter’s knuckles and kissing them softly. They stayed in the embrace silently for a few more minutes before a slowly concerned, barely audible voice whispered, “Morning love, are you okay?” Millie nodded in response, more tears flowing down her cheeks as she broke down, crying. She turned, facing a blue eyed, melanin skinned lady. The girl looked frail, small in stature but was soo beautiful with eyes that sparkled. Her name was Norah though she called her Little Norah.

Donovan had not come begging for it. Perhaps he was too ashamed. Perhaps he did not even know about it, or perhaps my mother-in-law had finally understood something. Either way, my connection to her ended with that money and the prepaid fees. It would be the best ending if both of us could find peace. The evening glow filtered through the balcony glass door, painting the living room in warm golden orange. I stood up, slid open the glass door, and stepped onto the balcony. The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing.