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But now, I thought he was simply pathetic. "Are you finished?" I asked. "Elena, can we start over?" He grabbed my hand. "I swear, from now on, there will only be you. I've banished Lydia from the pack, and the elder family has been dissolved. No one can obstruct us now!" I pulled my hand away. "Damon, do you think love is a game? That you can end it when you want, and start over when you want?" "That's not true! I mean every word!" he replied.

There would be nothing left but emptiness. After that, my father never showed up again. One day, Little Zoe came home carrying a letter and a cake. My mother showed me the letter. It contained the address of the house my father had promised, along with a bank card that had two hundred million dollars in it. We did not move there. We never touched a single cent of that money. The following winter, I saw news from Harbor City on television. Rowan Xanders, a prominent entrepreneur, had died at the age of twenty-nine from an old injury.

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

"We don't 'End' the 'Story.' We 'Delete' the 'Page' so the 'Species' can 'Write' their own 'Syllable.' We are the 'Void' that 'Financed' the 'Beginning.' The '30-Days' are 'Paid' in 'Anonymity'." The Anatomy of the Deletion-Standard This was the "High-Concept-Apex." The $1,000,000 debt from Chapter 1 had been the "Individual-Weight." In the "Sovereign-Zero," that weight was "Zeroed-Out." The "Thorne-Vane-Sync" was now the "Universal-Neutral-State" (Φ)—the "Gap" in the "Code" that allowed "Free-Will" to "Initialize."

HERE LIE STORIES NEVER FINISHED. Pages rustled underfoot with every small shift, like whispers too quiet to make out. I bent and picked up another sheet that had landed near my boot. It was a fragment of something I’d only ever talked about at three a.m., half‑drunk, in DMs with other writers. A line about a girl in a city made of bones, her hands stained with ink she couldn’t wash off. The sentence broke off right where my memory of it did. “This place sucks,” Jax said, voice hushed. “In case anyone was wondering. Zero stars. Send it back to the drafting table.”

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

FINALLY!! The BULLIED series has come to an end. I want to thank all those who supported me throughout this book and waited till the end… I love you all so much. I always said “I would never support rape” and this is me still saying that I do not support it. I had an idea and a plot, I was inspired by an article I found on Stockholm syndrome… that was why I found the Book 1 necessary to be written, so you can see the back story.

Mila wasn’t even done telling the whole story when Christian interrupted her by saying the name she wasn’t done completing “Silas Sullivan. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. We are screwed” Christian hit the arm rest repeatedly. He became tensed when he finally knew the quarter of the truth. Silas Sullivan. He never wanted to cross paths with that psychopath in his lifetime but now fate has put him in a position that he has to break the promise his grandfather made with Silas’s grandfather.

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l * We are moving towards the end of the story. Are you excited about the next story?