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Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,

Patel breezed in like a tornado of rose-scented judgment. “Anna! Jace! I brought The Bhagavad Gita for Babies! It’s never too early for spiritual depth!” “Oh... thank you,” I said, taking the book with what I hoped was grace and not panic. Nathan immediately tried to eat it. “And don’t forget, my niece’s wedding is next week,” she added, eyeing Jace’s shirtless state and tousled hair. “You’ll need a kurta. I’ll measure you.” Jace made a noise like a dying cat.

My stomach churned violently, the scent almost making me throw up. "What in the world is that? Why does it smell so bad?" I frowned, looking at the pot. Mindy, looking pleased with herself, took out two peeled eggs from the pot that had already been tainted an ominous shade of yellow and placed them in front of Amy. "This is good stuff, it's eggs boiled in a child's urine! "I went next door to collect the urine of a baby boy that had just turned one month old, you know? "Amy's only just recovered, and her body is weak. Eating this will drive out all the lingering sickness, and she won't even catch a cold for an entire year, I swear!"

To love anyway. And Owen and Lucas had both learned that lesson well. They had both learned that the most beautiful kind of wrong was the one that led you

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“I do. What’s your next question?” She checked. “Do you get the Arrow?” “Since I don’t know what that is, it seems safe to assume I don’t.” “It’s the Book of Making You Feel Bad About Yourself. You know, the Spring Well magazine? It’s full of stories about people who are living amazing lives and achieving amazing things while you’re sitting around in your pants playing games.” she paused. “I guess you don’t do that, what with being a billionaire and everything.” “I don’t, no.”

" Nessa pulled us along. We quickly gave up our search for office supplies, thinking that it would be best to just order online. Seeing that no store sold what we had in mind. Sitting at the food court, Nessa got distracted by all the shirtless men that walked by. It was like they were having a competition to see who had a better upper body and skinnier legs. Nessa didn't seem to mind that, though. "Ooh, this one right here." She pointed to a Jason Momoa look alike. "Now he can get it.''

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

The living room opened onto a small terrace where the afternoon breeze stirred the wind chimes. For the first time in what felt like forever… I could breathe. As I unpacked the last of my things, something caught my eye. A folded envelope rested on the bedside table. There was no name on the front. Curious, I opened it. Inside was a single handwritten note. “You don't have to forgive me. You don't have to speak to me. You don't even have to see me. Just focus on getting stronger. I'll keep every promise I made today.” — Zayn.