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The silence made her heart pound and she could not keep her eyes away from his. “For a moment I thought I was dreaming,” he muttered to himself. Well, that was understandable since it was a citation neither of them expected to happen. “I’m not giving you this book Ace. Just let me pass so that this can go by peacefully.” “Only if you tell me what’s the big deal with that book,” he said. “There’s no deal.”

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Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

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Lia's voice jolted me out of my pessimistic thoughts. Thoughts that I did not even realize were surfacing. "You are right; let's be hopeful," I said aloud to bolster my sense of encouragement, then got up to take a peek at Travis again. His midnight black hair framed his chiselled features perfectly, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline, deep-set brows and thick and dark lashes coupled with a straight nose that added a hint of sophistication to his already visually appealing face. Subconsciously, I was already reaching out to touch his face with my fingers when I caught myself and hastily lowered my arm just as the door opened after a succession of rapt knocks that I had not reacted to

Whenever there were twins in my story, they would be those characters, so I just started calling them twins. The one who spoke was the more outgoing twin. He snorted. “We assumed writing was your whole life.” “It is.” I admitted, “I was writing… This book and I’ve already finished it, but I accidentally spilled some ink onto it. Since it’s already finished, we can just-.” “Why didn’t you use the quill to write this book?” Blinking, I stammered, “Uh, it’s a book containing 1001 Tales, and I didn’t want to spend that much time inside a book. Even I’m not that obsessed.”

He simply smiled with a look of relief. The apple rolled to the ground, picking up dirt. From the start, Zach had been provoking Jessica on purpose. I looked at the blood spreading on the ground and at Zach's collapsed body, then at the frail and blind Jessica. I understood it all. This was Zach seeking redemption using Jessica. At the very end, Zach seemed to see me. His eyes were pleading. "Annie, now that I did this, will this make you feel any better?" As my own body faded, I realized this might be the last thing I would ever say. I looked right at him and gave a cold, cruel smile.

Not only that, the seats and tables are also full of markers, including; POOR CHILDREN ARE BETTER TO DIE, UGLY AND POOR IS BANNED ALIVE, and IDIOT. Tukijo crouched to tidy up his bag and scattered books. Suddenly, Udin appeared leaning his shoulder in the doorway of the classroom. "Poor fate for you, Tukijo. Haha ...," he mocked. Then, Udin disappeared like a jelangkung¹. He came even though he wasn't invited, then he too just left. While Tukijo was cleaning his desk, he saw an old Noxia 1202 cellphone in Markonah's desk drawer. Since the cellphone was on with a silent tone, Tukijo took it.

Because loving you is the happiest thing in Mommy's life. A line of hurried handwriting was on the last page of the diary. [If there's a next life, I still want to be your mom.] Candice hugged the journal and wept. Outside the window, New Aeravale remained bustling, and life continued. However, there would always be a void in that place—a missing piece named Kathleen Sullivan. A woman who defined motherhood with her life. A woman who finally became the well-behaved version they all wanted. A woman who would forever live in their hearts.