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To try out for a pro team, Gideon had quietly sold the Collins family house. If James hadn't found them this small two-bedroom at a discount, they would've been out on the street. When Charlotte didn't move, Gideon glanced up. "What are you doing, just standing there? Go get my controller. My friends are waiting." Charlotte lowered her head and looked at her right leg. If not for that accident, she would've been better than Edmund. "Everyone out," she growled.

I raised my hand and gently stroked his back, saying, "You don't have to thank me, as this is merely a debt I'm repaying you, William." William looked up. His profound blue eyes held utter bewilderment. "What do you mean by that, Cynthia? I have always been the one indebted to you in this relationship." I let out a sigh as I recalled my past life. I had been skeptical about the witch's thousand-year-old curse until the moment I laid eyes on William's corpse after his suicide. His body was entirely covered in coarse black hair, and his fangs were long, sharp, and bloody. He perfectly matched the monster described in the legends.

I grabbed it and looked at all the contents on my cellphone. "Did I go back to the past? I've read novels about traveling to the past, or maybe transmigrating, but I think it's all just fiction. However, now I'm experiencing it," I muttered to myself, looking around my room. I was determined to make sure of everything, so I rushed into the bathroom to get ready to go to the office. During the trip to the office, I really felt that all of this felt real to me. Suddenly, I seemed to remember something.

"I didn't, for reasons that seemed sufficient at the time and seem less sufficient now." Adrian looked at the book. It was very old in the specific way that very old books looked — not theatrical old, not decoratively aged, but genuinely ancient in a way that made you careful about touching it. "What is it?" "A record," Kieran said. "From before the segregation. Before the wars that established it. From a period when demon scholars were documenting things they believed might be relevant to future generations." He paused. "Some of it is historical. Some of it is observational. Some of it is — the word that gets used is prophetic, though I prefer the word anticipatory. Pattern recognition exte

I exclaimed with excitement for the truth. "Are you aware that breaking up with a woman with a past like mine makes you look weak? In short, your business would be affected after knowing the unworthy past of your partner and I know from experience that money comes first... That they will search, that they will dig, that they will make a whole show to which I do not love you, nor do I love myself, submit.” I understood his point, I really did, but the way he approached it not only put me out of a trance, but told me that this must be a joke, a bad joke.

That past, those stories came like thorns that hurt everything in their path. “Sweetheart, I beg you so much to pull yourself together. You’re a grown woman, strong and fearless. Lift your head up and let’s focus on the important things and our future. The past is theirs, but the future is ours and we have to live it the way we want to,” Mike told me with determination. “Their past is like a dark shadow for us, meant to destroy our wonderful future that you dream of. Kevin hates us and won’t rest until he destroys us,” I said through sobs.

They need to make sure that when this happens, Willow will win, even if the odds of her winning are low. THE END OF BOOK ONE – BOOK TWO COMING SOON!

Smiling as I remember those good old days, I can’t help but look forward to my trip. “I wonder if he is still there…” Opening the door, my smile faded with the sudden rush of this unfamiliar feeling. This feeling that I would feel every time I remember a glimpse of the past… or should I call it other timelines? I still don’t have much idea of what is happening but I learned a few things. It was thanks to the hints I managed to get a gist of what was happening. Due to the fact that those memories I would be reminded of are all in different orders and sometimes… doesn’t really looks the same as the others…

HE FOUND HER The bookshop was called Paige & Prose.It was the kind of place that had no business existing in a city like this — tucked between a laundromat and a phone repair shop on a street that couldn't decide if it was charming or forgotten. The sign above the door was hand-painted. The windows were always slightly fogged. Inside it smelled like old paper and cinnamon and something warm that Rain had never been able to name but had always associated with safety.She had worked here for two years.She loved it more than almost anything.She was on her knees behind the front counter Tuesday morning, reorganizing the bottom shelf of new arrivals, when the bell above the door chimed."I'll be ri