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As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Seeing her standing before him, he got a completely different vibe from her. "Did you see that name in your history books? I must be a being of the distant past to you.” “There are still books with mentions of Partingia within them." Rozi seemed to be under the impression that Partingia had been completely erased. Something must have happened there. “I'm surprised the people of the future know so much.”

She opened the book. The first pages were practical. A record of the Waiting: its stages, what to expect, how the territory responded. She read standing at the bookshelf, with Lucien beside her, close enough that she could feel his warmth against the cool air of the chamber. Neither of them spoke. The only sound was the occasional turn of a page. Then she reached the section headed On the Question of Pairing. She read it twice before she said anything. "The convergence isn't symbolic," she said finally. "You knew that."

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

You don’t need to search for a new title or anything. I just have to split the books for when they will go to print in the future! Thank you for understanding. Part 2 - She Is The Alpha

She showed a picture of a baby sleeping in the baby carriage on Eric’s phone. “Done. Now, can I go check what your mom is doing?” He asked, and she nodded. Christian walked to their room and Mishka saw him while talking on the phone. “Okay. Let me think about it! I’ll give you a call.” Mishka ended the call and turned to Christian, pecking on his lips. “Whom were you talking to?” Christian asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. “It was Warren. He was suggesting that our book should be split into two parts. The first part should end where I left London!” Mishka said, cursing herself for the stupidity she did years ago.

The strict, neat boundaries they had drawn just twelve hours ago suddenly felt incredibly thin. "I'm going to... go finish my analytics reports in my room," Eve stammered, backing away toward the east wing hallway. "Yeah. Good idea," Terry said, not looking back at her as he picked up his reading glasses. As Eve practically ran down the corridor, her heart hammering against her ribs, she realized the truth. Living together wasn't going to be a clean business deal. They were sharing a roof, sharing a secret, and despite their absolute lack of compatibility, the lines of their perfect playbook were already starting to blur.

I asked in confusion. “I want to check if there is anyone by the name of Bolton in this book.” She replied. “That's going to be difficult to find.” I said with a frown. “I know so how about we split the work?” She asked, looking up from the book to stare at me. “How?” I asked in confusion. “I mean, we have one book.” I said. “We will divide the book into two parts and I'll go through half while you go through the other half. She replied.

Because I have a very good feeling that what Rory has just signed on my cast may as well be my death sentence! END OF PART I. My book will be divided into several parts... to show the end of one part of the characters lives and the beginning of another. Everybody lies will have five parts, each consisting or around eighteen to thirty chapters... so it's going to be a long book. Thanks for your patience with me, and the support. Don't forget to vote and comment. And I'm accepting ideas for the beginning of part II. Feel free to DM me.

It was late by the time I got home to pack. I sat down on the couch and glanced over at the dining table. It was a mess. There were dishes everywhere, as well as a plate of braised short ribs Dexter was known for and a pasta bake Brianna had been perfecting since forever. It wasn't hard to picture the two of them in the kitchen together while Brianna's ankle healed, cooking side by side, then sitting across from each other over drinks. And the diary I'd filled to 100 pages was underneath one of the dishes, used as a trivet. It was covered in grease stains.