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Verity shrugged. “Right. Wordswood is that museum,” I said. Verity contemplated me with silence. “That museum wasn’t in some hidden alley, or some unlocated location. It was spread across Wordswood. Yes, as fictional as it may sound, but there is a whole another world operating parallel to our world, and it is hidden and it is expanding every second.” “A place that big? Where is it hidden?” “Inside the books,” I said, leafing through another book. Verity walked round the table, pulled a chair beside me and sat down, looking at me with great interest.

That all ends. Because now, the entire world knows. END OF BOOK II

Bridget bounced around them, excited as always, pointing at anything shiny. “You see that tower?” Bridget said, gesturing dramatically. “That’s the City Hub. If you get lost, just look for it.” Clara smiled shyly. “Thank you.” Mike nodded. “We’ve got your back. All the time.” She didn’t know why those words warmed her chest. They were heading toward the city market during break hours. Mike wanted to buy parts for a gadget he was building. Clara simply followed, absorbing the new world around her. James cracked his fingers. “Hope we don’t run into trouble today.”

The clear voice rang out quickly, she took a deep breath and added: "Tell me, what are you going to do to help me get back to the real world, and what do I need to do next?" The other side did not seem to be surprised at Adela's quick answer, he smiled lightly: "In front of you is the setup and operation of this world. Its purpose is...to help you get through. five random worlds to return to reality." "Five random worlds?" Adela looked at the white screen in front of her eyes that was lit up with words like a computer screen, she bewilderedly asked if it was not because she was startled to find that this world was actually created because of her. Because she or not is no longer important? Wh

“We’ll be staying here for a couple of hours. I have to wait for them to present me the product.” “What would I do then? Just hang around here?” “I’m glad you asked,” he gave me a sarcastic smile before he takes a bag under his desk, he held it out to me and said, “These are books related to mortals or Gaeans as you call them. It’s about how this world works. It is essential that you learn about the basics considering that we are in world. Specifically, when we are with mortal company, just like now.” He waves his hands and I felt my knees cave in as I was forced to sit, glaring at him.

ELIZABETH: The world was blurry when I first opened my eyes. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it, and a deep, dull ache settled in the base of my skull. I blinked rapidly, trying to force clarity back into my vision. It felt as though the air was thick, suffocating, and the room I was in was dimly lit, with shadows creeping up the walls. My arms felt strangely heavy, and it wasn't until I tried to move them that I realized they were bound. Panic surged through me like ice water in my veins.

Hello, readers! We are officially approaching the explosive climax of Volume 1 at Chapter 26. Kaela's journey is a three-volume book, and writing this first instalment has been an absolute joy. I want to extend a huge, heartfelt thank you to everyone who has added this story to their libraries and supported my daily updates. Your support means everything to me. Volume 1 is all about Kaela’s survival and self-discovery. She had to learn who she truly is inside a brutal world she didn’t design, uncover dark secrets that were hidden from her, and finally step into her own raw, dangerous power.

The first pages of the book were typically a story of my mother's childhood, teenage life and all that, nothing worth reading. But as I went further, my eyes caught a text written in bold letters. “The one to mend the bridge between two worlds.” “What does that even mean?” I scoffed, reading further. After about ten minutes of glancing through each page aimlessly, I was fed up. “This is trash,” I muttered, closing the book. “Waste of my precious time,” I added, my face twisted in a frown. But just before I dropped the book, a little paper fell from it, landing on my thighs.

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