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Marta said. "Communications," Dante said. "Documentation. He'll write about what we do in the way that makes it reach people who need to know it exists." He paused. "And he'll be the reason people like Catalina understand it's possible. Because he's already written it." "The novel," Marta said. "The novel," Dante agreed.

“My brother is dead. The pack healer said it was soul-withering, from the broken Mate Bond. The last thing he said was that his biggest regret in life was failing you.” “The truth is, after Tessa was executed, he exiled himself. But he was too ashamed to face you, and he didn't dare tell you.” I pressed my lips together. My mouth suddenly felt dry. Funny how people only learn to cherish what they’ve already destroyed. I opened the final note that was enclosed. It was just one sentence. May the Moon Goddess grant me one more chance. A new life to meet you again. A life where I can love you right from the start, with nothing to hold me back.

​Catherine stepped past them, her movements fluid and arrogant, her eyes never leaving the book. She didn't look at Dave or Laura; to her, they were merely the tools that had performed the necessary labor. She was the architect, and this was her final design. ​"You look confused," Catherine remarked, her voice echoing against the vaulted ceiling. She paused before the pedestal, her fingers hovering inches above the cover of the codex. "You thought this was a story of redemption, of a cursed boy and a girl with the power of the stars. But it is much simpler than that. It is a story of consumption."

"And work? How's the transition to remote consulting?" "Good. The work itself is engaging. My manager is supportive." I pause. "And I've started writing." Her eyebrows lift. "Writing?" "A novel. Fiction, but autobiographical. About a woman going through a divorce, then being targeted because of her ex-husband's enemies." "Tell me more about that." I explained the project. The scenes I've written. The emotions that pour onto the page. The crying and the catharsis. Dr. Katherine listens without interrupting, her expression thoughtful.

Allen attempted to snatch the notebook from me, but I slapped his hand before he could even reach my desk. “Don’t make me repeat it again, Allen. I am writing a novel, not a drawing. And if I am to draw someone, it must be another person, not Christoph.” Speaking of which, something came up in my mind. A brilliant one. Instead of drawing an image of him, which was pretty obvious, why not make a novel instead? A story of us. He and I against the world. All I have to do is change our names to make it more obscure.

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When I said that, Jeffrey looked surprised for just a second, but then he composed himself and gave me a book. "This is the medical book you wanted. While you were sick, I made a copy for you." I grabbed the book fast, scared that I might start crying at any moment. Back in my room, I looked through the copied book, touching the confident writing. There was only one copy of this medical book in the entire world, and it was kept by a collector. The borrowing process was difficult, and anyone who got it had to return it within a day. Jeffrey probably stayed up all night to copy it.

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Meanwhile, Thor and Celina stayed in New York, enjoying their time alone whenever they could. That afternoon, Celina sat in her home office, fingers flying over the keyboard as she typed the final lines of her first novel. Her heart was racing, tears threatening to spill as she wrote the emotional ending. When she finally typed the last sentence, she leaned back, exhaling deeply — relief and pride washing over her all at once. She had done it. Her first book was complete. Still emotional, she heard her phone ring. The caller ID surprised her — Emma Callahan. “Hello, Celina. I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Emma’s soft voice said.

Looking around, I saw that there's a lot of bookshelves around here, plus a bean bag area for the people who prefer to read their books here. How amazing is this place! So warm and cozy. My mom would be happy to be here. I proceeded to the Fiction Section, it is my favorite genre ever since. While looking for a good book to read, there's this book that caught my attention, it absolutely doesn't belong in this category. It was at the back of all the books in here. Maybe others were just too lazy to put it back on its designated shelf. The book was entitled: How To Save A Life. It was about a girl who had her heart broken by a jerk, started rebuilding herself, but decided to end her life after