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She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

~15 years ago~ A little guy at the age of 5 was busy reading a book under an old tree but still stood tall and look Almighty. His low grade cheap glasses make a silent noise whenever he turned his head to look at the next page. He reads very quietly that if one make a slightest noise around him, that noise will be transferred through his ears, like the light footstep at the back of the tree he was currently reading his psychological book in and that was heading its ways to him.

Not since the night he couldn't sleep. He opened it hesitantly. Flipped it open. And read a passage he'd marked unintentionally: *"Some people come into your life like a breeze. Others, a storm. And some, without a word, build a house in your silence."* Julian closed the book. He had no clue what Lena Carter was doing to him. But whatever it was… It wasn't over.

Soon her two little arms were raised and she wanted me to pick her up. "Hello little lady, I'm Sebastian," I said as I lifted her up and rested her on my free side. Mira grinned and looked at Rai and then at me. "You are the same," she mumbled and huffed slightly in disbelief. I glanced at Rai and he smiled proudly and looked up at me. I felt a connection to the little fellow and lifted him further up on my side with a grin on my face. I could tell that Mira wasn't affected by her brother and that only meant one thing, she was a Life. I gritted my teeth and wondered if the fates pulled a fast one to replace both Miguel and I, perhaps to take away our immortality. I didn't feel any different

I just started a new story you will all be interested in. Title is, "You Are Mine, Little Sister." You can check for it. Happy reading!

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

**A Glimpse of Hope** The morning light filtered through the thin curtains of their small room, casting a gentle glow over the worn furniture and wooden floors. Lillian awoke to the soft sounds of the town outside—footsteps on the cobblestone streets, the distant murmur of voices, the faint clinking of dishes from a café nearby. It was a comforting contrast to the chaos of the last few days, a reminder that the world could still be quiet and ordinary.

Then she reads part from a letter that I never managed to finish writing, “My beloved, They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

The silence wasn't passive — it listened. Only three other students were up there. One with headphones hunched over architectural blueprints. Another asleep on a pile of highlighted Marxism texts. The third moved like a ghost between the shelves, never stepping too hard. Noah sat. Opened his book. Flipped past the pages he was supposed to read and settled on a sentence he'd already underlined, not remembering when. "Life escapes; and perhaps without life nothing else is worth while." He stared at it for a long time, his fingers curled slightly against the edge of the paper. The ink shimmered faintly under the old library lights — weak, uneven fluorescents that cast shadows in directions they

Corey hands me a flash drive with a note attached. I read it quickly before crumbling it up in my hands. A LIFE FOR A LIFE.