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was the only warning I gave, unsure of what was going to happen. Becca moved away discreetly but never took her eyes off of me for it’s the first time she’s seeing my power flair. Instead of freaking out as I usually did, I embraced it and relaxed my body. I felt a surge of power flowing through my body. “Err… Lee… your glowing” Becca was awestruck by what she saw. Opening my eyes I looked at my hands.

"I don't think so. But my two friends who want to catch me, they also have special powers,” “Oh yeah? Will they be able to heal their wounds quickly?” asked Doctor Rin a little surprised. "No Honey. The special powers they have are different from mine. Jacob who caught you, he has a special power can run three times faster than normal humans. As for her friend Zoya, she can smell and hear better than any other human," replied Eren. "I see. I just found out if there are humans like that. It's like in a movie,” said Doctor Rin. "That's how it is. After the S virus has taken over the world, the remaining humans create an organization called Hope. This organization gathers people who have specia

Hope agrees. And slowly, carefully, Hope begins reclaiming the part of herself she thought she'd lost forever. Her gift. Her power. Her ability to truly understand others by temporarily becoming them. She's fifteen years old. She's survived impossible odds. And she's learning that healing means reclaiming what trauma tried to steal. One careful step at a time. One consciousness merges at a time. One day of choosing courage over fear at a time. That's what growth looks like. Messy, gradual, and absolutely worth it.

“I have to go now. We would talk some other time.” “Why the hurry?” “My role model is up on stage, competing. I need to see her win and learn more from her.” “A student from your school?” “No, from yours.” Ayo was confused. ‘My school? Is she referring to Nightingale? How did…’ “Hey!” Anu waved a hand in front of Ayo’s eye to gain her attention. “Senior Perfect from your school.” “Okay, you know her?” Ayo asked and quickly added, “Of course you would.”

How can you help us? "My superpower can not only protect me from Vincent's superpower, but it can also protect other beings to my liking. I believe that I will be of great use to you in the battle. What do you think?" Bloom raised her eyebrows towards us, styling her head with a smug air.

Power to remake anything. Including Hope. I gather all the light. All the pieces. And I rebuild her. Cell by cell. Atom by atom. Life by life. It takes everything. Every drop of power. Every ounce of strength. But it works. Hope reforms. Whole. Perfect. Alive. She opens her eyes. Normal baby eyes now. The power faded. The danger passed. "Grandma," she says. Smiling. Then falls asleep. Exhausted. Safe. I hand her to Luna. "She's okay. She's going to be okay."

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

"Like the world is starting over." "Maybe it is," I said softly, leaning into his warmth. "Maybe this is what hope looks like." He pressed a kiss to my temple, his lips lingering. "Then we've given the world something precious." Behind us, I could hear Hope playing with the other children, her laughter mixing with theirs. The glowing birthmark had faded after that day in the clearing, but I knew the power was still there, waiting, growing stronger as she did. "I need to go somewhere," I said suddenly, the urge pulling at me like a string tied around my heart. "Alone."

She knelt beside her slumbering friend, tears streaming down her face, and whispered words of solace and hope. "Please, Bloom," Ana's voice quivered with emotion, "wake up soon. Live a life free from this cruelty." Her heartfelt plea hung in the air, a fragile prayer, a desperate hope that Bloom would awaken from her slumber and escape the clutches of a Luna who seemed determined to wield her newfound power with unyielding cruelty.

“Balance is… not symmetry. Not control. It’s listening. Adjusting. Choosing again.” What is power? “Responsibility. And danger. Both. Always.” What is truth? “Truth is the part you don’t want to admit… but do anyway.” The bloom pulsed. A symbol Ari had never seen before appeared on its side glowing red and white in harmony. It accepted her answer. And at that moment, Ari knew: The bloom had become more than a legacy. It was a new intelligence. Not everyone approved of Varek’s survival. A dozen rebel leaders confronted Ari in the Moonhall, where the rebellion’s remnants met now that Hollow Rise had been reclaimed.