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The girl has to know. I write for a living and every time I write a book, the only thing I look forward to is the ending. A book without an ending makes no sense. It is the same with this diary. It is incomplete. The first and the last few pages are burnt beyond recognition. Maybe they were all blank, but I want to know and I will find out. Even if they were blank, Ragini, the girl from the diary, needs to know about this guys love for her! I hug Avantika that night and sleep like a baby.

,Layla whispered horrifyingly. "Never! I'm going to take you to the human world, if that will guarantee your safety",Riven vowed. ... Hello readers Hope you enjoyed the last three chapters. More to come later. Please keep voting for the book. Leave a review too. Lots of love❤️

She need him to understand those to change him to a new person. Prithvi singh Singhania born with silverspoon never tasted poverty in his life. But now he need to live a life with less money. Person like him who always use chopper and suvs is feels like poor when he use train and buses. But his nani allowed him to use a bike. But for his unluck he dont know to drive a bike. But he learned that and got license too. Going as a paint guest Prithvi never thought that his life will change. He stands in front of a 2 story house and again confirmed is it right house.

She tried to breathe, but she knew that it was hard now. "It's been about championing Kait so she can discover who she really is." I spoke up, after finding my way with the words. "It was about so much more than magic and monsters." I was trying to remain level. The best I could. "It was more about having someone to relate to. Someone who fucking understood me, my pain. My life!" Fuck it, I lost control. "And that is," I threw my arms the direction of where Kait was being worked on. "What Kait understood. That is how we fell in love. That is how we bonded. Kait risked everything for us." Ali grabbed me, reminding me to remain in check. "You know absolutely nothing of her life, nothing. And y

I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm*, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity. I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began with King Ravengrim, the ruthless Lord of the Dark Realm, whose thirst for power was insatiable. Human souls were not enough for him; he craved dominion not only over the Dark Realm but also over Earth and Heaven. Ravengrim’s closest friend was Shawn, a lone wolf who despised packs and the old ways. Ravengrim had tempted Shawn with a promise of power—to make him stronger than any Al

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I'm damn sure. Come on D. Display the facts. Ravi said Rishi is 27yrs old. But he was in 12th grade when you were in 8th grade. Which means he should be 4yrs elder to you. How the hell is he 6yrs older now?

I blush while looking over at Raven who approaches me with a few books in hand. “What did you find?” I question while holding up a pair of shorts checking if they will fit. I smiled when I see Rebecca grabbing tank tops in colors, she knows I love. “I found a couple pregnancy books that look good, and I found this one of Viking stories it reminds me of Vaari,” Raven answers while showing me the books and I smile remembering Mummo Adaline and Vaari Jyrki always reading us stories. “They look good, thank you,” I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do.

Raven Last night, has shown me that he kept anything dark to himself. He shouldn’t have. I can handle his evil, his dark, his anger and his own self-hate. He needs to talk, he's acting weird, but for now, I will give him the space he needs. The comfort of his hand wrapped around my neck stays the whole time I am asleep. It's reassuring me that he hasn't left me. I wake for a final time and emptiness floods me, as the absence of his touch. Sitting up I see him sitting at the desk. Walking to him, I straddle him. I don't bother looking at what he is sketching, instead, I pull him closer to me.

Hello, thank you so much for getting this far! What did you think about Filippo and Renata's story? Please, if you can, leave five stars on the book review, it will help this author a lot! And now, a little bit of the next book: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: The Payment. (Amanda Fernard)