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Curled up in a ball of confusion without a clue where my wolf was heading. /I’m sorry,/ I murmured, but Rush ignored me. Finally, in the middle of the night he stopped. Rush was exhausted, it was time to shift back to human form. I groaned at the chilly air hitting my furless, vulnerable skin. A sudden flurry of curses hissed from my lips , my wounded shoulder scraping against the tree bark. Naked, alone, stranded in the woods. Cowardice never felt so real. Why here? What am I doing here?

Her sadness was already at its peak and now thinking that she has to meet Ahmer, her anger also starts rising. She doesn’t know when she left Mr. Shah’s office and how she manages to come here. But what matters is that she is standing outside the CEO’s office. It took all her remaining courage to knock on the door. Rushd opens the door and allows her to come inside. She stands in front of the massive table behind which Ahmer was sitting. She was looking down, unwilling to look directly at him after his big blunder yesterday night. Ahmer was smiling and he gestures to Rushd to speak.

He knew how of all things I was scared of ghosts. “You know what?” he said, annoyed, “you’ll never be able to be an author.” It was depressing to hear this from my best friend. I wanted to become an author. Like that bald, French-bearded, drowsy-eyed man – Salman Rushdie. Ever since Nisim had introduced me to Rushdie, after those weird…well…purposeful sightings in my dreams, so many days had I dreamed of coming back home with a trunk full of currency notes after winning that grand prize, The Booker. But it was depressing to hear this from Biswa that I couldn’t be an author. He was the master of prophecy among my friends. Everything he said came true sooner or later.

Found it somewhere across the room hanging off of a doorknob of a closet. Had they really been that, uh, acrobatic? Apparently. As the feelings all merged into one big bundle of sheer fright, she found herself flooded with shame —shame and despair. And most of all a massive adrenaline rush that just kept screaming, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out now. She tiptoed, holding on to the straps of her heels, making sure she had her purse, her scrunchie pulling her hair together quickly so she didn’t look quite as ridiculous as she felt as she handled the walk of shame, clicking the door as quietly as possible.

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

(Rashi was mortified hearing about another letter and took it from the maid with the trembling hands thinking about another humiliating demand of the demon. AUTHOR NOTE I hope you love the update... Don't forget to press like it and leave comment before signing off... Love you all Your Author

Half of me was afraid the man might ask to shake my hand later on and not wash it for a month while the other half won’t stop cackling with a sense of superiority. Feeling a tingling sensation to my right, I turned to see Rush trying to burn a hole through my skull with his stare. A very excited Rush Rhodes could be seen. His fingers twitched at the anticipation of pressing that button. Rolling my eyes that he can’t see, I wished I went alone. Then again I needed the leader of Red Rumble to be present for negotiations after the break-in.

He whipped his head like a madman, his eyes wild with anxiety. Someone pushed him, with a loud cry he fell on the floor on his back. "I would love to kill you, but I don't have the time. “She said, her eyes blazing orange. His eyes widened in disbelief as Shrushaw jumped into the fire.... the fire turned red, splattering and cracking. The flames rose high and smoke bellowed as Chandra scrambled back against the wall. Then everything went quiet. Shrushaw had disappeared into the fire. ********** Rudra was holding his head in his hands. Elbows resting on the table. His hair was messed up due to constantly running his hands through it.

** Shadows of the Past** The Shah family had finally found their footing, their lives full of purpose and hope. The past, once a dark cloud over them, now seemed like a distant memory. Yet, as they built their future, an unexpected twist loomed, threatening to unravel everything they had worked so hard to achieve. --- An Unexpected Visit One rainy afternoon, as Ayesha reviewed foundation proposals in her office, a knock at the door startled her. Ravi entered, his expression unusually grim.

Wahala be like inconsistency (change) " —Unknown ♠♠♠♠♠♠ As she walked down the aisles and rows of the very big mall, her eyes caught sight of her favourite shampoo product. Too bad, she wouldn't be needing that during this time, and after some time, she might not even be worried about what to use on her hair much longer. She was carried away by the train of thoughts running in her mind that she didn't notice a man was standing ahead. She bumped into him with the cart she was pushing and shopping with. "My goodness, I'm so sorry..." she started to apologize when her breath hitched at the look of his face. He hissed in pain before turning to look at her. "Doris...?" Her breathing quickened jus