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He talked too much, maybe he’s really gay? Since I knew what path to take, for me to reach the secret garden, I chose to walk there to be away from Drake. I even ran just so he wouldn’t catch up with me. But of course, he has longer legs, which means he could keep up. “You’re going there?” he asked after reaching up with my pace. “Yeah,” I just answered. When we reached the tree where we usually sit, I heaved a deep sigh. Someone preceded us already. No other than Drake’s secret lover. Yes, I labeled her that since I always forgot what her name is.

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I took deep breaths and continued searching for him. I heard the utensils clanking outside of my room, and it woke me up. I didn’t know that I had fallen asleep while searching for Jacques. I looked at the time and I saw that it was already 7 a.m. in the morning. I have a class! I move at double speed, knowing that I will be marked late if I don’t reach the room by 7:25. I went to the shared shower room to do my things. It only lasted for 10 minutes. It is my fastest bath time. I’m proud. After that, I put my clothes on and dashed off to the university. I felt relieved when I reached the room at 7:28. It’s pure luck when the professor doesn’t hold a class. My efforts went in vain. It’s time

While my life is at the mercy of those two detectives, in another place filled with the smell of sin and betrayal, our dear angelica’pussy filled with cam of her partner and her lovley juice still dipping down wetting the sheet in theprosses, moening like there is no tomorrow, like what happen earlier in the morning was none of her business, her eyes watery and full of suduction looking upward licking and sucking some dick pleasing the man in frond of her with all her power, that man who is obviously in the atmost best of pleasure is the boss of our protagonist who basicly ended his life, his name is maxuel reaper, a frightening name of a seemlingly down to earth guy , with his glusess and

I scoff loudly at him “bullshit” “If he wants to marry her off, am here sitting ready to marry her?”, never, not in this eternity. “You never know what is waiting infront of you in eternity Ethan..., believe me or not am feeling this thing”. “What if the red roses are just a mistake?”, I ask him speaking a possibility. He scoff at it and said “she is a floral goddess for fucks sake”. “whatever”, I say rolling my eyes. “By the way who is the man you locked in dungeon?”, lucas asks.

Leslie POV Maidstone, North America, 2000. What the hell is this scent? Swiftly the light went off, then darkness and stillness possessed the room. I dropped the Shakespeare’s Othello book on the stool and shifted the part of my head into the wolf’s head and let out a silent growled. The room was still nothing amiss. Michael was snoring on the bed, and I was glad he was, for I don’t want anybody to know about my identity as a wolf.

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

Wait, since when does a ghost wear a floral pattern dress? Clearing his throat slowly, Michael began to open his mouth to ask the mysterious figure. "Who are you?" Silence! 'Is my voice too small? I'll try asking louder' Michael thought while clearing his throat again. "Excuse me, are you deaf? I'm asking you! Who are you and why are you in my room?!" Michael asked, this time his voice is louder than before. And again, no answer! Feeling irritated, Michael got off his bed and approached the mysterious figure. Once behind her, he immediately turned the woman's body to face him, intending to scold her.

"Moonstone Inn, 1847 Shadowbrook Lane, Mystic Valley, New Orleans." Mystic Valley. The name had sounded mysterious when her finger jabbed the map orb in frustration, searching for anywhere that wasn't home. Anywhere Marcus and Jenna wouldn't be. A tiny corner of New Orleans parish she'd never heard of, barely visible unless you zoomed in close enough to see the dust motes. Her mother's voice replays in her skull. "Ivy, sweetheart, maybe you should wait. Research this place first. You don't just fly somewhere because it has a pretty name."

The woman squinted and then said, "I didn't expect a wanderer to possess such strength. I'm sorry. I thought you were one of the monsters. The name is Val Leeve. I'm one of the apprentices from the Mystic Elixir faction." The woman sheathed her sword and respectfully bowed to Adrian and Dragon Prince. It was evident she genuinely regretted her earlier assumption. Adrian felt a weight lift off his chest. Adrian was familiar with Mystic Elixir. It was a powerful force in this world, and he never expected to encounter one of their apprentices here. He had sought advice from others about the customs of factions during these days, so he knew that most factions did not prohibit interactions betwee