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Even though he seems fine,” I mused, redirecting my gaze to the copied pages of the book. You know?" " Uh, I was exploring and I think I definitely discovered something else regarding you." Let you proceed to unzip your backpack to take a thick book out of it. I closed my eyes as I skimmed the title in bright letters on the dark cover: The Insider Thoughts of the Salem Witches. witches ?" he muses intriguedly and raised an eyebrow. Jorfit laughs apprehensively. Try not to judge me,” he asks me, then, at that moment, he opens the book between the pages where a bookmark sits.

He swallowed and shook himself, bringing his mind back to the present. “Sorry, I—” He exhaled and looked at me. “Before I tell you why they’re looking at you like that, I want to show you this,” he said, tapping the page. “Because I know you’ll just say it’s impossible or there is no way or it’s just a story if I tell you what we’re all thinking. But I think you might think differently after seeing this.” He handed me the book, and I took it from him slowly, my eyes lingering on his for a moment before they moved to the book.

Iris I stood and stared at the stack of books that I had left in months. I have lost the motivation to find out the truth. I had given up, but something about these recent issues made me want to reopen the boom. To find out those hidden things that I have left hidden. I traced my finger on the dusty books while sipping my coffee slowly. What will happen when I retake the case again? This time it was for Ian, but for my sanity. I had to know; there was a lot to find out.

… White light flashed, and I returned to the real world. I was back in my old apartment. Everything felt like a long dream. I looked at myself in the mirror. My image felt familiar, yet strange. In that world, I had felt the depths of hate and the thrill of revenge. Everything had settled into a quiet calm. My phone buzzed with a news alert. [Genius pianist Xavier Zane announces a global tour. Tickets sold out instantly!] I froze. Xavier Zane? I clicked on the article and saw a face that I could never forget.

The record of my grandma in the house had been deleted. Wiped off the records in a way that would indicate a fault in the system. It wasn't that alone. So much more has been going on under my nose, and I hadn't noticed. “ Shall we begin?” I queried, head tilted to the side. He appeared unfazed, just like I expected. That is loyalty…to whomever he had sworn it to, but I know just how to break it. Or shall I say, who? “ Barn, get me Piper!”

If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50

I whispered. A fresh wave of nausea hit, memories pushing like claws against the walls of my mind, shadows of a past life I had spent years trying to understand. This book...This book was the answer. This was the ritual Darren used to kill me, to kill my baby, to take power for himself.

I start to laugh. His right brow goes up in confusion. I cannot stop laughing, so I point at the book on the counter. It said, “How to get your mate part 1.” He looks and turns beet red. “I.. Ugh…. Well, you see… It’s not what it looks like okay!” Was his response. I try to calm down, but seeing that book makes me wonder why he think he need it. So I ask while still laughing, “Why then Alpha?” He fidgets with his fingers a bit and looks at me as I am now chuckling.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Mallory. A year ago, I went through a tough time. Someone stole my belongings, destroyed my things, slashed photos of my family, spread rumors that I had a sugar daddy, and even incited thousands of people to attack me publicly. They wrapped their actions in a grand excuse—'resenting the wealthy' and 'seeking justice.' But in truth, it was jealousy. It was plain cruelty." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across the room. "My dad taught me to be humble and kind. But that experience taught me something important. Kindness needs an edge. When you face injustice and harm, silence isn't golden—fighting back is the best way to protect yourself. I hope this foundation be

I quietly pulled out a laptop from my bag as Fred shouted angrily, "Ruby, why do you have my laptop?!" "You'll know soon enough," I said as I logged in and opened a chat history that explained how to crack another person's password and bypass a firewall. "Fred, the method this person taught you matches the program used on my computer. What do you have to say now?" The evidence left him no room to deny it. His tone softened.