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A man like that had no business in education. Randy stowed his tools carefully before climbing down the ladder. After grabbing his camera from his truck, he entered the school, which seemed unnaturally dark despite the bright sunshine outside. The building felt cold and unwelcoming. The deeper he ventured, the darker and colder it grew until he couldn't take it anymore. Randy pulled out his flashlight. It worked for a few minutes before flickering and dying, plunging the hallways into complete darkness. A sudden screeching noise froze him in his tracks. Randy felt deeply unsettled. Could the rumors about the haunted school be true? People claimed apparitions walked these halls late at night—

"Randy, why do you have Mommy’s phone? Where is Mommy? Did something happen to her?" "Your Mommy?" Randy paused for a moment, then realized, "Are you asking about Anna?" After his reminder, Fannie promptly changed her question, asking, "Yes, Anna. Where is she? Why did you answer Mommy's phone?" Randy glanced at the time and saw that it was 3:00 in the morning. He wondered, "Why aren't you sleeping? It’s really early."

and I’m legitimately teary. In many ways this is the most challenging book I’ve ever written. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you if you made it this far. I know how hard this story was to read at times. Trust me, it was terrifying and heart-wrenching to write. But I knew Cazz was worth the story, and I’m so grateful that you stuck it out with me! There is a novella following Rake called "Loving the Wolf Cleric." Use the info below to find it!

Shoving the book back on the shelf and wrapping the torn pages into Astrid’s blanket, I walk out of the library and head back to the motel, which I guess I’ll call home for a while. Nobody will find me there. And with my new book, I’ll know everything I need to know about newborn babies, and I’ll be a great mom for my little Astrid forever. *** *Kelly* “Randolph,” I say. “Don’t you think those guys are being a bit cruel to you?”

mom says on the phone. We talk a bit more and I hang up, her words sticking in my mind. Everybody deserves a second chance... ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ The following week, everything is still normal. Ramon is keeping a Distance, Thank God! Roy is doing very well at school and has started liking English. I've written my first draft of my new book and this is going to be fun writing. I've not thought of a title yet... Roy and Renny shuffle in friskily. School must have been fun today. They dump their bags on the floor and rush to the kitchen ready for their chocolate milk.

Freeda let her gaze settle on him, flat and unflinching. Randy’s eyes drifted briefly past her to the lane of parked cars. “He stayed.” “Yes,” she said. “He doesn’t trust you alone with me.” “No,” she said evenly. “He trusts you exactly as much as you deserve.” That earned a faint, tight smile from him—no warmth, just assessment. “Fine,” he said. “Then I’ll be plain.” She waited. “If I can’t have the story,” Randy said, standing fully upright now, the concrete cold against his shoes, “I’ll ruin the ending.”

Three months of waiting while placing CVs in various companies still did not get results. I never imagined my writing would win that contest and become my money tree now. For one year, I worked on the first novel, and it has hundreds of chapters. Within a day, the number of readers in each chapter has exceeded the platform’s salary. My second novel is also booming like the previous novel, even though it only has 11 chapters. After a nightmare, my stomach was hungry, and I had to get my breakfast. “What should I cook for today? I’m so lazy.”

Randy said sadly. Annabel knew that Author was speechless so she called Randy to the corner and told him everything that has happened the same way Author had told her earlier. She lied to him. Randy on the other hand couldn't do anything but believe them because he lost his memory. He can't even remember who he is? how he came here? so all he has to do now is believe them despite the fact his heart tells him that they are lying. He was still in deep thought when he felt a hand on his shoulder as he turned to see Sandra staring at him with tears in her eyes, knowing that his actions might have hurt her a little bit he hugged her.

I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about my demons, the ones that haunt me in my dreams. I am thankful for all the drama that happened today because I didn’t have time to think about my horrible memories. 25th of June, the day my innocence got ripped from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Every year, when this time of the year comes—I feel dirty. Today, the 25th of June. I still remember his voice. I don’t think I will ever forget it. The whole reason I started writing; to get everything out of my chest. Everything I wrote in my book ‘Behind Closed Doors’ is based on my life, though people might think its fiction. It’s now the best-selling novel, and people don’t