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Josh noticed immediately. "Wait," he said, shifting the bags. He didn't care that people were staring. He didn't care about the mud or his suit trousers. He knelt right there in the dirt of the market, the son of a wealthy man humbling himself at my feet. He reached into the polythene bag and pulled out a pair of simple, sturdy rubber slippers he must have bought when I wasn't looking.

Just one. A single line of green text appeared on the main screen. REBOOT COMPLETE. Then, a second line. HELLO, MOTHER. I stared at the screen. Who are you? I typed. The cursor blinked. I AM ZERO, came the reply. AND I AM EVERYONE. I looked at Zero's body. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't white. And they weren't gold. They were black. Absorbing all light. She sat up. The leather restraints snapped like twine.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

Skylar holding a huge bouquet of roses, looking uncharacteristically nervous. The moment my team saw him, they exchanged knowing looks and started cheering for him. "Good luck, Mr. Skylar!" Laughing, they waved and tactfully slipped inside, leaving the two of us alone. Amused, I looked at him. "What's this, Mr. Skylar?" He took a deep breath and held the roses out to me, his expression unusually serious. "Suzanna, you caught my attention from the first time we collaborated. And everything that happened after that only showed me how strong and kind you are.

At some point Chloe had fallen asleep, however the depths of slumber were far from peaceful or energising. The moment her eyes shut Chloe found herself surrounded by watery images of the snowy forest. Blood stained the pure white blanket while the shadows of everything stretched out from the base of trees or bushes, crawling towards her like worshippers. Despite not having a thread of clothing to protect her, Chloe didn't feel the cold. She felt calm and safe.

Promise. Suzie pitched forward, aware of the pain in her bare knees as they hit the ground. Her vision was blurring even more, the meadow in front of her becoming like a magic carpet ride she would take to dreamland—except she was already there, wasn’t she? Oh, this was so confusing, and she didn’t have the energy to try and work it out. Suzie yawned. The longest, loudest yawn she’d ever done.

“And oh, include the level of your shadow and the type.” Z’s eyes widened. She stared at Sloane with disbelief, as though she’d gone mad, as though she’s a talking corpse. She could lie, of course. However, she knew very well that’d be a risky business. What if they asked for proof of her statement? What if they demand to see her shadow? She closed her eyes, biting her lips so hard. ‘This is such a mess!’ “Right! I’ll go first.” Sloane smirked. “I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.”

"If I die, don't hold a funeral for me. Cremate me and scatter my ashes into the sea. I want… to be free to go anywhere I want." Blake's voice shook. "Anna…" "Promise me." "…I promise." I laughed. "Thank you." The countdown hit zero. In my head, the system notification sounded. "Strategy failed. Erasure protocol initiated." I closed my eyes and waited for the end. But then… nothing happened. I opened my eyes again and stared out at the sea. Out on the water, the sun was slowly rising over the horizon. Golden light spilled across the surface of the sea, so beautiful that it stole my breath.

Black vans and SUVs pulled up to a glass building in Virginia. Not literal glass but a skyscraper, it seemed like some sort of company building. The door was opened for Eden by Astrid, she walked out dressed in all black. She wore a black cropped shirt, a skirt going mid thighs and a black blazer that had the sleeves rolled up. She had her sunglasses perched on her head and she looked like a true business woman, a girl who made her own way in life.

Serena. Two days after Vaelen’s “this-is-not-a-hotel” speech, we start job hunting. Or, well... attempting to. Kaelion gets rejected from the hardware store for “aggressive aura and inappropriate questions about flammable adhesives.” Thorne nearly gets hired as an electrician,until he says he’s most efficient when “slightly electrocuted.” Sylvaine doesn’t even try. She insists she’s “freelance fabulous” and has decided to become a TikTok witch with a surprisingly loyal following after one potion tutorial went viral.