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Just the simple composed certainty of a woman who had already healed from him completely and was only here because she had chosen to be, not because she needed anything from this room or this man or this empire that had once tried to convince her she was nothing. I picked up my portfolio from the table. He opened his mouth. I could see the real question forming, the one he had been carrying since the photograph, the one he had been doing mathematics around for three days and could not stop arriving at the answer to. I could see it right there, pressing against the back of his teeth. I did not give him the room to ask it. Not yet. He had not earned the room yet. There was a difference between

Elijah said suddenly and I didn't realize he was right behind me. I was unable to respond. Just now it was sulking and just ran away from me. Now it will come to me as if nothing happened. Sometimes, this Elijah becomes insane. He should fix this behavior of his. He can't just walk out and go back as if nothing happened. I know I shouldn't make it any bigger. But I don't want to condone his behavior. I know that he can do whatever he wants, and there is no question about him. But if no one opens his eyes Elijah will be like this for the rest of his life. He might be a king but that trait is unbearable for me and others.

But that was okay, not until Danny died. Because of me. That’s what they say. Instead of reminiscing those painful memories, I decided to sleep my exhaustion away. It didn’t take me minutes to fall asleep. “You’re the reason why all of these things happened!” “You are truly bad luck!” “You don’t deserve to live!” “You’re a monster!” “She died because of you!” I woke up sweating all over and breathing heavily. Where does that came from? Why am I hearing voices? Are they real? Or it’s just a dream?

“Spinstra instructed me that, because it is a mortal condition then it should be treated following the ways of mortals. And so I have labored to understand a little of your world – the world of livestock and insects, can you imagine? Like a monk I pored over tome after tome in huge mausoleums of human vanity – {libraries}, I believe they were called – until I came upon the most promising solution to my troubles.” An unmistakably human sigh. “Instead of keeping this feeling secret, I must confess it to the very source of it. Only then will I be released and cured of this insanity.”

"There's no way I'm leaving your books behind, Uncle Rick." "Oh, God. This is a nightmare," I said and scanned my shelves again. "Let's not forget about the crows. Maybe some of the books I haven't read yet and my standalone. I'll also bring some spice." I hit my forehead with a hardcover book I grabbed. "I'm going insane." ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

But I know one thing that his continuous playing with my mind will make me lose my sanity instead. Last night I couldn't get one wink of sleep. I kept on thinking about what he did. He looked so manly yet so gentle at the same time. I can't forget how his actions kept on ruining my focus. Damn this love. Why did I even start loving someone that can't be mine? And now that someone is playing with my sanity every second. How much my heart kept on begging me to give up and accept him. But I can't. I can't betray my uncle and aunt they had trusted me more than myself. I can't be selfish. I need to find his illness than have to do anything to heal it. I need to bring our cold yet caring Lucifer o

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.

"Everyone, look! That's the deputy director of the Reimdale Hospital. This man found himself a mistress and brought her home. Then, he got his son to get a divorce so that the son could marry his mistress and take care of the child he had with his mistress! "Also, to save the child he had with his mistress, this man tried to transplant his healthy granddaughter's organs into the bastard's body! He tried to kill my granddaughter…" The neighbors looked at Gabriel with scorn. "He's even a deputy director of a hospital… How could he be so cruel and cold-hearted? I'm not going to get any medical treatment from him after this…" "No wonder their daughter-in-law was trying to get a divorce! Like fat