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The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

Quino answered, and I explained I was staying one more night because I was too pooped to drive back tonight. As soon as I was off the phone, I grabbed my duffle out of my saddle bag, took a deep breath, and manned up. Walking into that small room with her so close was almost as suffocating as the day I first laid eyes on her in that cemetery. I tried my hardest to keep my cool. I really did. I set my stuff down on the empty bed, wondering how the hell I'd be getting through this night. But I didn't last for more than a few awkward quiet moments before I excused myself outside to take smoke.

Chapter 52 Lessie's POV The weekend was dragging its feet, it was the slowest I had ever seen. Every second appeared to be stuck in mud and wouldn't move. I'd read the same my novel I held five times over and still didn't know what it was about. My mind would not focus. So when Monday morning arrived, I quickly got out of bed.

I screamed, and he gave it to me, fucking me until my body was nothing but sensation and sound. We didn’t stop. Not after once, not after twice. The night blurred into heat and sweat and endless moans, condoms piling on the bedside like trophies, and the bed creaking like crazy. When sleep finally claimed me, I thought: this is the best night of my life. I didn’t care that he was a stranger. Maybe it was better this way..no names, no shame, just pure release. …But the morning was cruel.

Which in English meant : The story of a dead woman. Dad was never one to read books so why would he keep a book that had a creepy title hidden inside his drawer? Curiosity got the best of me, making me pick up the book and sit down in Dad's office chair as I opened the book where I was immediately met by the first chapter. Chapter One: Le jour de ma première mort It was never easy to make a life changing decision but I never knew how that felt… because I never made my own decisions. Not once.

I picked it up and read the title. Thousand moments to die by Alina Gupta. "You've read this?" I lifted my eyes up to see him nodding. Of course, he would read it. His best friend wrote it. "It was a heartbreaking novel." I was shocked when I learned about Alina writing. It wasn't something I knew about. Hell most of the school didn't know Alina write. When in the start of the year, I saw it on f*, I was curious to read it. I bought it and I ended it in a day.

The library faced the lake too, and this view was somehow more perfect that even in my room. “Can you leave me alone here?” I tell One. I hear him close the door, just as I picked up a novel and sank to the floor making sure to adjust myself to be comfortable. This wasn't so bad. Yet.

"But not yet." A Spark of Normalcy The next morning, I suggested something unusual—a day off. "You’re joking, right?" Damien asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Nope," I said firmly. "We’ve earned it. We’ve all earned it. One day won’t alter the world, but it might remind us what we’re fighting for." To my astonishment, he concurred. The First Steps Forward We spent the day outside, away from consoles and weapons. For a few hours, the weight of the past seemed to lift.

Almost done and would graduate. Frequency:[e.g., 3-4 Chapters daily / max 21 Chapters a week] pls make sure to add this book to your Library and turn on notifications so you get alerted the second it goes live! POVs;♥ The book is written in first person pov and will switch sometimes to third person pov when it gets to a point that it's needed. Don't worry the switch is maintained to suit the storyline. You won't get confused at all. Important Disclaimer & Warnings > ### ⚠️ **Content Warning**

I sent out a tentative, "Good morning." Though I didn't receive a reply, I did get a bank transfer notification. It was one dollar. Seeing that, I tried checking in with Dad again, along with Mom. "I'm heading off to class now." Once more, I received a one-dollar transfer from Dad, along with Mom's one-cent transfer. Staring at the two dollars and two cents I had suddenly obtained with so little effort, I felt tears streaming down my face, even as a laugh bubbled out of me.