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Fred said, “what do you think I can do bring her back home?“ Fred asked, “actually, I don't know, but you can speak with Richard, he knows better the me “ Clara retorted, “you are right, I will speak with him on phone later In the day” Fred said, “how Is mom and dad?“ Clara asked, “they were fine at home” Fred retorted, “Clara take care of yourself” he said, and he ended up with the phone conversations, Fred was devastated and frustrated, he was confused of what to do and he packed his bag and he returned to his mansion, and he tried Fathia's probe number again, and she refused to pick up the phone call,

“I am excited and looking forward to that day, Farah.” She proudly said. All with her twisted personality that they didn’t hate about her and she love about herself. For what can they do? She is created to be exactly like that. To act and be that twisted spice that she loves to be. “Let’s go, Pauleen.” Farah demanded of her, which she complies with and willingly so. Taking the spiral staircase while looking at the shelves with the thousands of books that weren’t any ordinary ones. But instead the book of life of each human, mortals, and the little facts about the entire worlds and dimension that is known. Except for the originals and the original world of Shinzo Dimension.

The awkward tension between us… “Do you think so?” I asked quietly, and the nurse smiled again. “I think the fact she was asking for paper each day to write to you says a lot, do you not, Beta?” she said, offering me the letters again. I tentatively took them, before sitting myself upon the edge of Aria’s bed, my heart inexplicably pounding as I looked down to the papers within my hands. “I will leave you in peace to read them. I hope they bring you some idea where she may be. Or, if not, at least give you some peace.” She said as she made her way from the room, but I was barely aware as I looked down to the papers in front of me. Unfolding the first.

I defend, shoving my book into my bag, but he's quicker and takes it from my grasp. "Let's see here…" he thumbs through the book and holds it just out of my reach. There were drawings in there that I'd much rather keep to myself. "Those are private, Zak. Give it back." I wine pathetically as I watch him study each picture. Most of them were a little dark, like memories of my father when he was much worse. Some were of my mother before she changed. The few others showed my secret, if you were observant enough to realize it. I’ve never shared them with anyone before.

She spoke drastically. Zara shook her head watching Sophia intently. "I borrowed his note and in the middle, I wrote him a poem and a love letter. Then returned his book to him in hopes he would read it and maybe he might also feel the same as me. but he gave it to his friends and they all mocked me. Though the whole school didn't know so I was saved a bit but I felt so open, I wanted the ground to open and swallow me. I found out my friends set me up to be disgraced. Cos the guy had a nice record of turning girls down and I didn't know!" She finished and laughed alongside Zara at her story.

“But man, being natural, is warlike. He will know how to make war even without such a book. Let’s make peace in our minds. Let those who will rise against Clapestris rise and those who want to side do it so. As for this book, I can keep it hidden.” Their conversation halted at the coming of the Estino clan. Jamasp knew them as the great purchasers of Farhad’s business. Most of the stocks from the Estino clan came from Farhad. The manor master went up to welcome them. He is astounded that a new lady is with the clan. “Silves, it has been a while,” Farhad said. He looked at the young woman and wondered who she is. “This is Farrah, my daughter-in-law,” the chief of the Estino said.

She voiced out. Jayda immediately remembered that she was reading an interesting ebook, a romance novel that she needed to finish, "The Snooty Billionaire's Maid" by "Gift Odulesi" so she rushed back to the top floor balcony with her laptop to hurry up with it. *** Freya wasn't feeling comfortable, she had a slight headache and she couldn't even fall asleep. Why was life against her? She groaned. She happened to be free from her dangerous boss today who gave her the day off because she was feeling sick.

I began but Astra motioned me to be quiet. "Let me put my thoughts in, Jay. I thought about it a lot last night and I came to this conclusion. It's gonna be hard for me to stay away from you too so we do not have any other choices but I hate you, Jay, I really do. You probably know that too. I have not forgiven you for what you did back then, no matter what reasons you had. I came to tell you that. We cannot be together. But staying apart is going to be painful. So every time it starts to hurt, let's meet up. I know I am being selfish right now but you have no right to say that after all that happened." she said and stood up, ready to leave.

The young girl was very hyper, so hyper that it wasn't a surprise that she passed out even before they could get to the independence square. The peace and quiet made Louisa reflect on the day's happenings. Christian Ayettey. Back then he had been really nerdy, but he was cute. Now all his boyish charm had evaporated and had been replaced with manly charisma. Louisa had felt some kind of attraction but she didn't really want to think about it. "Mum?" Isabel murmured. "Yeah?" "Can we get fried rice from Papaye please?" "No honey. There's food at home. But we can get some ice cream though."

“She signs a contract, a magically binding contract – assuming her own magic will bypass her natural immunity. Consider it a treaty. We help her back to her mate; they leave us alone or face the magical backlash.” “Fine. If that’s what you need to get me back to Rhazian and leave us alone.” I replied. As if he had prepared for this exact scenario, Fredrick pulled out a scroll. I wasn’t sure if he had tucked it away in his sleeve or if he had plucked it from thin air as he laid it on the table before us. The writing was unusual. A language I had never seen sprawled across the paper as English glowed across it. The writing seemed fairly standard for a magical contract, though I had never seen