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Neither of us moves. Because we both know that the next move may change everything.​

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

She closed her eyes briefly and smacked her lips. “He’s Michael’s… Michael Dean. He is the next Alpha of the Nexton pack. It suddenly felt like I had been slapped. Hard on the cheek. What! Michael? Again? The moon goodness must be playing a hard one on me. I cleared my throat and smiled. "Wow, I didn’t see that coming.”

Cameras flash beyond the stage. And for the first time in my life— I have no idea what happens next. Sophia I sip my champagne, watching the downfall of Nathan Carter unfold in real time. The battle isn’t over. But the tides have turned. And tomorrow? I deliver the final blow.

I had to find a way to pay her back for that. And the opportunity came sooner than I expected. The next day, Joe and Lesley invited me to join them for a horror movie night. Tess mentioned she'd had a long day and just wanted to head to bed early, so she showered and went straight to the bedroom. That left just the three of us for the movie. Initially, Joe sat in the middle, but within minutes, he decided the seat at the end was "more interesting" and swapped spots with Lesley. As the horror scenes unfolded with eerie music and suspenseful moments, I found myself intensely focused on the screen, trying to anticipate the next scare. Suddenly, I felt a gentle hand on my leg, tracing soft circl

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THAT IS THE END OF Xiu's STORY. NEXT UP WILL BE JIA'S

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She committed the shape of it to memory, in case the world tried to take it from her. Hector’s voice came low. “Promise.” Promise. Shore-men broke promises. But his voice didn’t sound like a breaker. It sounded like stone. So she took another step. Then another. Up the stone steps, each one a war. Calves burned. Lungs burned from air instead of water. Simy walked behind her, close but not touching, as if he wasn’t sure what she was yet. Halfway up, Simy’s voice cracked the silence. “This is so wrong,” he said. Low, fast. “I know you don’t give a fuck about anything right now, but are you aware that we are now accomplices in a stranger’s murder? We should call the police.”

Not like I was reviewing the book. Dang! I feel so embarrassed right now. But, I'm not mad. I promise you. but for now, Let's move to our next book.... WINNING WALKER. Thanks for all you do. But yeah, The Boynextdoor Is over. Like my counter people would say... DONE AND DUSTED.