Novel & Cerita One For All And Eight For The Ninth

“Everything is ready and set?, Inez asked “Yes, captain,” she said, a laughter bubbling in her voice. “Anything missing? “Just your presence,” Cassandra confessed, and they both broke into laughter. “I wish I could be there right now, Cass, but Theo won’t let me,” Inez grumbled. “Love birds,” Cassandra commented “Slow down, girl,” she said, while stirring the pancake dough in a ceramic bowl, speaking on speaker phone. “I am committed to supporting the doughnut,” Inez added.

The man hung his head low, his fingers buried deep in his hair, carefully considering where I might have gone. As his eyes wandered, they suddenly fell upon the trash can nearby. Those pink fragments looked so familiar that the moment he saw them, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slowly crouched down, not caring that the cream stains would dirty his sleeves. He picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit. Then, he carefully assembled them back together. There were exactly 99 reconciliation vouchers. He remembered five years ago, when he had looked at those vouchers and sincerely promised me, "Cecilia, don't worry. I'll never give you a reason to use them."

Only four words. Phase one completed successfully.

“What are you talking about? I sent you four grand.” Summer mocked, “Oh, just give it up. I was there when Mom called you. She told you that the budget was four thousand dollars. “How can you claim that you got four hundred dollars? That’s quite a ridiculous cut you’re giving yourself.” With Summer backing Susan up, the family members’ disdain for me grew. Uncle Sam said furiously, “Macie, how could you steal from your own mother?” Faced with their skepticism, I pulled up the transaction record.

The mirror shattered. Thousands of fragments scattered through the clearing like falling stars. Far away, in a place no map had ever recorded, a hooded figure watched a similar mirror break into pieces. The figure smiled. “So…” “The waiting is over.” He turned toward seven empty stone thrones arranged in a perfect circle. Only one remained unoccupied. “The Eighth has finally come home.”

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