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Now, faced with the kindness of a stranger, it felt unreal. I took a deep breath and held back my tears. From today onward, I would learn to live again. … Third Person's POV At that moment, back in Newmont, Lorenzo was experiencing the first real loss of control in his life. After Elena was taken to the police station by a passerby that day, the police quickly located the abductors. A SWAT team raided the abandoned warehouse and rescued Sofia, who had been tied to a pillar. When Sofia was rescued, she had only a few scratches on her body, but she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

I had spent years chasing after her, begging for even the smallest piece of her affection. I had cherished her above everything else. A single smile from her had once been enough to make my heart race. But now, all of those beautiful memories seemed to have faded away. What remained was only the bitterness of summer's end. Firmly, I shook my head. "No, thanks." It was all in the past now, and I should let go. The distant voice let out a soft sigh and opened the gate of reincarnation for me. Beyond the radiant doorway stood a little girl holding a teddy bear.

Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves. Thousands. Millions. An endless ocean of golden flames illuminated the darkness. Each flame contained a memory. Each memory belonged to someone whose story had once been erased. Children. Kings. Monsters. Dreamers. Entire civilizations flickered inside the tiny lights. Adrian realized something terrifying. None of those stories had truly disappeared. They had only been waiting. The White Book trembled again. A new sentence slowly appeared. "Every forgotten story remembers its author." The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand.

she snapped but Talia wasn't done pouring her heart out to the one man she wished would hear her. "I did everything humanly possible to earn your love back, I begged for it.... but you just had to make it clear that I was not your blood, didn't you?!!! You made it obvious that I was and will always be an outsider!" The first tear fell. "I did everything to repay you all. I even married a man I didn't love. A family that treats me like trash, but guess what dad? I'm done. I'm really done with all of you. That's what I came to tell you all. You're never going to be accepting of me, so I'm going to stop throwing myself at you. I will repay you all for clothing, feeding and putting me through sc

The one who nearly ended her dance career by breaking her legs. If it were not for Lance, my ten years of unspoken love might have never had the chance to be voiced. I thought my devotion had moved her. Now I realize that I was nothing more than a lifeline she grabbed onto in her darkest days. I could never have imagined that this so-called love would indirectly cost my mother her life. It was because of her passing that I learned the truth. The woman I had always thought was ordinary and gentle was in fact the only heiress of the top-tier Stone family in the capital.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

Somewhere far beyond, Seren smiled. > “So it continues.” --- The Endless Continuation The universe breathes once more. Worlds awaken. Stories rise. And somewhere, on a hill beneath a young red moon, a new storyteller opens her eyes and feels the hum of eternity inside her chest. The first thing she whispers isn’t a prayer, or a name, or even a word of fear. It is the same word that has carried every life, every star, every dream— > “Continue.”

'How does this folk tale relate to the devil who called himself Xaveraq, who happens to be the only devil alive? “I don't know, child, because that's how the tale ends. There is no more mention of the deviless after that. The devil massacred his own clan. And the story ends there, abruptly. It was so very strange because every other tale in the book was completed. This book was a handwritten, extremely rare edition. I tried to find another copy of it in all the other Guilds and libraries, and I only found two of them. And both of them ended the same way,” the Headmistress finishes her tale. “I do not know how this story relates to the devil we are dealing with. I have some thoughts, but all

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

I don’t want to dirt his bed. "There's nothing like this in our village. I'm just used to street games," I said while looking at the words 'Game over' on the screen of his big television. "Street games, huh?" That seemed new to him. I turned to Luxious. "Street games like: chasing, hide-and-seek, heaven and hell, and more. It's fun especially when you have a lot of friends." Luxious went silent. "Why?" I was nervous at the expression on his face.