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In any case, those who lived here had planned to come back but something had gone wrong and they hadn’t returned. In the storage rings and bags there was a lot of stuff, sealed books for special fighting techniques, a lot of money, gold coins but also diamonds that were the currency of Spartia, powerful weapons, and more for Cassy and Carol, there were magic herbs, magic pill formulas, books on flames... When the children asked Glen about the unfamiliar objects on the bed, he explained that this technology came from Spartia. The disks that Cassy had sorted were memory disks and served the same function as a book except that a disk could hold a hundred or more books in its memory and they wer

I couldn’t even say no because for sure my wife will become suspicious if I ask her not to send Helen with us. I can’t exactly name it. Is it a heaven or an additional problem? Elizabeth already left and it’s just me, my security and Helen left in the basement, keeping everything ready before travelling. “Sir, there is not seat available for the helper.” The security General informed me. “She’ll sit with me in my car.” “There’s also no space, sir. Your wife included extra bags and tents inside your car. Only two seats are available. For your and for your driver.” I saw Helen from the side of my eye move.

On the day my parents file for bankruptcy, my adopted brother and fake heir, Oliver Bilson, is also diagnosed with leukemia. To earn enough money to pay his medical bills, I brave the snow and winds and continue working even on New Year's Eve. When I hand over the food delivery to the scion, Charlie Jetton, he suddenly knocks the cake over. "Why weren't you more careful when making the delivery?" he demands. "Don't you know that Mr. Bilson spent a million dollars to specifically order this cake for Olly?" I'm about to make a retort when I hear three voices that I'm intimately familiar with coming from within the warm villa. "It's okay. It's the thought that counts, Mom and Dad." The vo

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asked Grace with a friendly smile. "I hope you like it, Aunt Grace. I think it's the perfect snack to accompany your afternoon. And the jar I prepared for Grandpa Edgar is perfect for a book. Isn't that right?" Celine grinned slightly. Letting one of the waiters pull out a chair for her and making sure she was comfortable sitting there.

The day before my wedding, my friend sent me a link to a viral web app called 'A Conversation with Your Future Self.' Looking at my fiancee, Wilma Lambert, still asleep beside me, I decided to give it a try and sent a message. [Future me, I'm marrying the woman I've loved for seven years tomorrow. I'll definitely be happy after we get married, right?] The screen flickered, and a reply came almost instantly. [No. That's because your wife has already cheated on you. On your wedding night, she'll spend it with your best friend, Hank Gilbert.] The smile on my face vanished instantly. I frowned and instinctively argued back. [How is that possible? Apart from my parents, Wilma and Hank are t

Giving up, he said farewell to them lecturing them not to stay late. ********* Most bikers and racers brought their cars for service so as to prepare for their next races. The Quinns were well known around town for their good work with vehicles. This made their garage busy and helped them earn as much money as they could. "Hello there." Levon startled whipped her around to find the intruder. Her soft brown eyes met with the warm blue ones and a dimpled smile. She frowned. How hadn't she realised he had a dimple yesterday. Well, that was because she was busy ignoring him and hating him for a comment he apologized for.

The day before New Year's Eve, my wealthy parents, Mitchell Parker and Delilah Smith, and my sister, Mila Parker, finally agree to ring in the New Year with me at the amusement park. However, when I arrive there, they are nowhere to be found. When I text them, they tell me they're stuck in traffic and will be late. I wait alone there until the clock hits midnight. Then, I come across my adopted brother Leo Meyer's Instagram post. He's dressed in an expensive suit, holding the piano trophy he has just won, with Mom, Dad, and Mila gathered around him at a New Year's Eve party. The caption reads, "It's another year with my family who truly loves me." His friends start liking the post. T

Physical items retrieved from Spatial Inventory can be returned to storage provided they remain intact and within the Host's direct line of sight. > The system’s mechanical voice echoed clearly in my mind without shifting the display, effortlessly responding to my unspoken thoughts with unsettling precision. It was as if the interface were directly wired into my central nervous system, mapping my synaptic firings before I could even articulate them into spoken words. I scrolled further down the expansive catalog, skipping past the biological modification tabs to examine the various exotic consumables: > [Spiritual Skin-Nourishing Fruit — 500 IP] > [Divine Nut — 8,000 IP]

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