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I spent the rest of the day reading Cyran’s books. There were fifty-four books altogether and I only managed to read part of the first book before falling asleep. This time when I read his book, I paid closer attention to the story he was telling. Now that I knew it wasn’t just a story he created in his head, I noticed more details.

Hadwin said naming the story that changed my life forever due to the King, but Darren only shakes his head in response. “No, it’s a book called The Gruesome Tales, it’s a bunch of gruesome stories comprised into one book. It’s there a story of these flesh eaters live. It’s said there is only one person that can save us all from these creatures, this person is a werewolf like us but was born with amazing powers. It’s said she will go to battle to defeat these creatures and save everyone.” He smiled retelling the story he had read, but for me, this only resembled a nightmare, it was explaining my life.

They told mе tо keep mу mouth shut and not tо say аnуthing tо you аbоut it. I wаѕ еxhаuѕtеd аnd mу hеаd wаѕ swimming аgаin and I guеѕѕ that's whеn thеу called уоu.' She said, and I was instantly turned on by her story. Fuck.

Until the day we get to meet you, we’ll keep living, laughing, and collecting little pieces of our life together so that one day you can see how your story began—long before you even took your first breath. Until the day comes. Love, Mom and Dad. Arden and Cade. END OF BOOK 1

*Yo guys! Congratulations if you've made it this far!🥳🎉 I apologize for mass publishing the final parts of the book, but I have exams coming up, and err...I needed to get it off my chest ASAP. Anyway, this part is technically like a trailer for the book II, so it's not going to be singular. It'll be random. So, stay hyped! ********* When I was ten, I drowned in the pool up in my parents penthouse. I was their only child and their heir, so they couldn't leave me for dead. When they performed the ritual that brought me back to life, they suddenly didn't want me alive either.

Kays laughs, and I settle comfortably against his chest and begin my story: “Evening fatigue settles on the shoulders like an unbearable weight. Gently swaying, and unpleasantly jolting over potholes, the passengers in the overcrowded minibus sat in gloomy silence, counting the stops until theirs…” _________ Thank you to everyone who read my book. I’m truly grateful to you all. If you enjoyed this story, please join me in reading the second book set in this world. It’s Fisa’s story and is titled When Fate Changes Plans.

Back then, I told myself they were just like family, so there was no need to get jealous. However, all those little signs I had ignored played back in my head, over and over. When she came back, we launched our design studio. I landed a whale of a client, a deal that put us on the map overnight. On the night of our big bash, I had one too many and wanted her to pick me up. I called over and over, but got nothing. Finally, a coworker ended up driving me home. The morning after, she came to me with puffy, red eyes, spilling the story of how Yoel was heartbroken, how he had drowned his sorrows in booze at the bar, and how she had stayed with him through the night.

Anyone would… But no one understands how my body shakes when Mike gives me the most slightest stare One Thursday evening my mother came home from work and told us she had to go on a long work trip on Saturday. She would be gone for one full week At that moment, my heart started beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest. One whole week alone in the house with Mike

I sighed. I turned to the first story and started reading. I read story after story. Some were interesting, some were familiar, some were bizarre. Then, more than halfway through the book, I found it. The very first line read, "There once was a young girl. Her wolf had no name." It was titled, 'Child of Stars', kind of fitting since my Dad's wolf is Starfire. My wolf chimed in with her usual pessimism, 'It won't help.'

Chapter 1 - The Red Dot The call came on a Tuesday afternoon, and I was already losing hope. I'd been sprawled across my bed for three hours, thumb aching from scrolling, eyes blurry from squinting at listing photos that all looked the same. Grainy kitchen shots. Bedrooms with weird stains on the carpet. Bathrooms that made me want to shower with my shoes on. Every affordable place was a disaster, and every nice place cost more than I made in a month.