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The conditions of the contract were simple enough. As long as he had the strength, the stories would continue until either one could no longer continue. Considering Suit was a supernatural being, he would obviously never get tired. That left him. It had suddenly turned into a game of attrition. For him, at least. ‘That means as long as I don’t break down from tiredness, I should be okay. Thankfully I brought enough supplies, rations and a tent to last me a while.’ Anderson thought and unconsciously patted his bag.

She could clearly hear his rapid heartbeats. "Your heart is beating really fast..." Eira said tilting her head towards him. "It always beats fast when you are near..." He answered. "Do I affect you that much?..." She asked not knowing the reality. "You have no idea Eira... Because you haven't waited century for this. You haven't spent your nights sleepless drown in a grim. You haven't experienced how does it feel to loose hope, how does it feel to be on the top but still defeated inside... When you see no light and roam in the darkness aimlessly. You don't understand how does it feel when your heart overload with the feelings and suffocates you every minute... I was broken and never thought

A story built on love, resilience, and the unbreakable bond of family. Forever.

Being reliant on someone is undesirable. It will be challenging to leave that person behind once you've become one. It's challenging to let go. You'll end up being greedy if you don't stop wanting for more. "Luxious," I called him. As soon as he opened his eyes, we both turned to face one another. We were both in the car. He is dozing. He appears to be very exhausted, probably because of earlier... He also serves as the school's student president, and the incident has left him with a lot of obligations.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

“Someone discreet. Someone who understands hospital systems.” There is a pause as he listened to the voice on the other end. “Yes. Domestic abuse cases. Private wards. Unreported incidents.” Another pause. “No,” Ethan said softly. “I need it documented.” He ended the call and leaned back, exhaling slowly. He wasn’t angry anymore. He was focused. Somewhere in the city, a man believed he’d won by force. Ethan Reed would teach him what happened when violence met patience. And when money meets truth. And if there's one more game he has to play, which he hates so much... It's to meet up with an old time frenemy.

And they have created these three successful, happy children; grand children who filled their home with laughter and warmth; a marriage that had weathered every storm but still remained standing. As the sun had set over their backyard, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Maya looked around at her family; her whole, beautiful, very chaotic, but so perfect family. Maya knew that every struggle had been worth it to get to this point. They had made it. Against all odds, they made it. And they would absolutely do it all over again in a heartbeat. THE END! Thank you so much for reading. This is currently my first book and first try at writing. I hope you enjoyed it. I can't wait to writ

I heard that after she got out, she had nowhere to go and eventually begged Luis for a small job in the military district. Even though Luis despised her, he still gave her a way to survive for the sake of her sister, who had once saved his son’s life. After the banquet ended, I had just gotten into the car when someone knocked on the window. I looked up and saw Suzanna standing there awkwardly. “Shane, can I talk to you for a moment? How have you been these past years at the border? I heard you were injured many times. Do your wounds still hurt?”