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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Did you ever see a person trying to run after a book but stuck in a tornado and was getting smack after smack by the book. Yup I was that person . Suddenly the tornado started rotating in the opposite direction and was throwing me like a freaking like a beach ball. While throwing myself around I came across that journal. I quickly grabbed it in a tight hold and started searching for a reverse spell. I soon found it. I had to read the spell two times. But I forgot I was at lest 10 feet high from the ground.

"Five thousand isn't much to me, but for Joy, it gives her confidence. I just hope she'll make something of herself and build a good life with her boyfriend." Janet sighed but didn't press further. After finishing her lunch, Jonna spent some time studying The Codex of Change again. Eventually, she grew tired and dozed off on the chaise lounge. She didn't know how long she had been asleep when her phone, resting on the small round table beside her, started ringing.

I turned and saw Lucille looking up at the building with the baby in her arms. Patrick's office was on the ninth floor. My guess was that she knew exactly which window looked into Patrick's office. It was action time. I pulled Shania along and walked out of the cafe. Though everything was going according to plan and I wished for them to be utterly ruined with all my heart, I couldn't keep the anxiousness at bay. I felt so jittery that I stumbled. Shania steadied me and asked cautiously, "Should we just forget about it?" "There's no turning back now." I forced a smile and collected myself before walking out once more.

From the corner of my eyes, she returned to the spot she was seating before, resting her back and her hawk eyes straight back at us. There was no table of content in the book, so the only thing we could do is start right from the beginning and to start flipping one after the other. “Because of you, I’ll tell you to start from the end. It’s faster that way.” Arnold looked up at her, a low growl escaping his throat. I pushed his head down to the book, a small smile on my face as I muttered a thank you to her grim face. We turned the back of the book, each of the chapters explaining a particular light on something. We started flipping one after the other, flipping to the thirtieth page before w

A user with no name, only a symbol: A Silver Quill. ​"CHAPTER 128: THE AUTHOR'S REVENGE. YOU FORGOT... I HAVE AN UN-PUBLISHED MANUSCRIPT." ​Suddenly, the Respiration’s engines ignited on their own. The ship didn't fly forward; it began to Fly Backward—reversing through the events of the last ten chapters at impossible speed. ​"We’re being 'Undone'!" Elia screamed. ​The "Story" was being Rewound.

They sat beside the field, enjoying the evening breeze and a sky full of stars. Talia asked, "When are you heading back to Jarrowind, Henry?" He replied, "I'm not going to return to Jarrowind. I'm staying here to work with you." She lowered her gaze as she asked with a tone filled with remorse, "Why would you go through all this trouble, Henry?" Henry, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered at all. He said casually, "I'll just think of it as an early retirement." Talia, of course, understood his predicament. She fell silent for a moment before saying, "I'll have Garrett think of a way to help you, Henry."

He must know for sure now that she was lying. “It has your name in it. It is yours, right?” She nodded, surveying it. It was all there. She had forgotten about it. “There were some loose pages. I gathered them all up and put them back in. I hope I got them all,” he said. “You did,” she said softly, touched, embarrassed. “I followed the trail of pages, and the funny thing is….they lead me down the alley.” She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact.

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That night, Matthew sat on the kitchen floor until morning. It was the first time he had ever looked so defeated. In the past, no matter how late he came home, there was always a light waiting for him. There was always someone sitting on the couch, quietly waiting for him. That was all gone. The big house felt empty, and he was the only one left waiting for daylight. The next morning, Matthew did not bother to change his clothes. He went straight to the office.

However, she knew it would be pointless at that moment. Elara turned around and looked at the wishing tree and all the prayers on it. "Have you made a wish here before?" "Yeah, I did." She smiled with a pale face. "We can't force a person to love us, so I should've let go sooner and not have any wishful thinking." "It's never too late to turn back," Theodore said casually, and it felt relaxing to hear his voice. Elara looked at him, and he looked away from her instead. As he turned his head away, there were countless thoughts behind his gaze.