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What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

The emperor gives her the title of the kind saint and becomes engaged to the crown prince. Cliché story. Elise continues to read and the novel surprisingly has lots of genre. It was tiring to read and every chapter was composed of annoying scenes. Elise never thought that she would finish the book in a day. She feels drowsy after reading The End, even though she was hungry and wanted to eat but her eyes became sleepier. In her consciousness a golden light from the book shines brightly and takes Elise's soul away from her body. --

EVERYTHING WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK IS FROM MY OWN IMAGINATION. I OWN EVERY COPYRIGHT TO THIS WORK/NOVEL!. I HOPE YOU AMAZING READERS ENJOY THIS STORY. AND PLEASE, I'M NOT GREAT WITH ENGLISH, IN CASE YOU SEE ERRORS, JUST PLEASE PARDON ME. PLUS, NOTE THAT THIS BOOK IS FICTION. DON'T CONNECT UNREALISTIC DRAMAS/ACTIONS TO REAL LIFE. . "Good job everyone, this movie is a great hit because of all your hard work!". The director said out loudly with an excited voice.

He was good, like really good. As I turned the next page, I found not the eyes of a wolf but the eyes of Katarina staring back at me, her beautiful hair cascading over one side of her shoulder and a beautiful smile lighting up the curves of her lips. Damn, he got every single detail of Katarina perfect, right down to the tiny scar she had on the corner of her eyebrow. Honestly in real life its near invisible to the eye, the only telltale that it was even there was the slight lack of hair where her eyebrow should be but nowhere near noticeable unless she told you the story of how she had acquired it. I turned another page yet again finding another portrait of Katarina only this time she was a

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..

Nisan would grow up in a world that half-bloods had built with their own hands, their own blood, their own courage. Elif placed her hand on the window and watched the stars. The future was not written. There would be challenges, setbacks, enemies who refused to stay dead. But there would also be this. The quiet moments. The love. The hope. She turned from the window and walked to the bassinet. Nisan was awake, her gray eyes blinking at the ceiling, her tiny fists waving in the air. Elif lifted her daughter and held her close. "I will tell you stories someday," Elif whispered. "About the war and the Council and the First Wolf. About your father and your aunt and the half-bloods who fought for

Then, I turned off my computer and went to water the plants on the balcony. The bougainvilleas outside the window were in full bloom, their purple petals swaying gently in the breeze. I recalled the words Dad used to love saying. "Elena, no matter what happens, live well." And so, I promised him I would live well. … Third Person's POV Meanwhile, in Newmont, a storm was brewing. After receiving the evidence Elena had provided, Guillermo didn't rush to act. He was an extremely cautious man, so he spent two full weeks verifying every piece of evidence, ensuring there were no gaps.

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

Nadia vanished; allies paid. Home: Stripped, showered, wounds tended. We made love slow—kisses healing, bodies reaffirming life. His hands everywhere, mouth worshipping. I came whispering his name, him mine. Dawn: Coffee on balcony, city alive. No more running. We won.