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The blonde kid with brown eyes smirked while her sister and friends sniggered. She placed her hands on her waist and stared down at the weeping girl in triumph. "Are you crying because we didn't give you a share of the meat? Don't worry, we have it right here," another thinner kid dropped the remaining roasted flesh of Connie in front of Sapphire. Sapphire peeped through her fingers and when she saw the body, she instantly knew that it was real. There was a hole on her forehead where the magenta gem once rested.

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"

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I whisper, feeling as if someone has just pushed a knife in my heart then started twisting it. In my hands, there's a picture of my sunshine, the love of my life, in what seems to be a dungeon or some shit, tied down on the bed, passed out. With no clothes on. I fall to the ground, tears flowing, and a message falls to the ground behind the photo. You can't escape the past just like that, Axel Jarvis. In a much smaller writing, there's an adress written below it. I look at the picture again. Fuck, not her. Not my Sophie. I wipe my tears forcefully and half an hour later, I'm on a plane back to USA.

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And for the first time in what felt like forever, I believed that. Ethan POV The halls of Silverwoods High never changed. Same peeling paint. Same buzzing lights. Same stench of cafeteria mystery meat wafting in from the commons. But everything felt different. I walked slower today. Watched more. Listened more. Especially when I spotted Luna stepping through the main entrance with Camille, her hair caught in a breeze I couldn’t feel, eyes shadowed like she hadn’t slept. Something about her was different. She looked like someone who had seen things she wasn’t ready for. I knew that look.

KATE 5 DAYS AGO The courtyard buzzed with the faint hum of conversations and distant laughter, but all of it drowned under the hammering of my heart. A sweet lavender scent wafted toward me, delicate yet overwhelming, curling around my senses like a siren's call. It was intoxicating and unmistakably sweet. As if under the influence of an invisible power, the scent pulled at something deep within me, and before I knew it, I was following it out of the Omega Hostel in swift and quiet steps.

Pliny (Natural History, Book Eight, paragraph 33) tells us nothing of the posthumous aptitudes of this ophidian, but the conjunction of the two ideas of seeing (mirar) and dying (morir) vedi Napoli e poi mori [see Naples and die]—must have influenced Shakespeare. The gaze of the basilisk was poisonous; the Divinity, however, can kill with pure splendor or pure radiation of manna. The direct sight of God is intolerable. Moses covers his face on Mount Horeb, “for he was afraid to

" She smiled at him as his fingers went for more of her juice. Later that night, unknown to the two sleeping individuals, a dark silhouette went inside their little snow cave and hastily bit Landon's neck and tasted his blood. Then Sage took his brother’s body and abruptly vanished from the darkness of the portal. ***** 17th century Eve's Cottage In the late afternoon, Sophie was woken by the howls of the wild wolves in the woods. After a quick nap in the garden, her mind swam with a departing dream. She sighed, reluctant to banish her dreams, and began her early night. The light of late afternoon set into her slowly opening eyes, and she brought her hands to guard them. She was sleeping in

The first one and the most special one was the day Sapphire and I got married in Trinity Church. She gave me a book. Not just an ordinary fiction book with a cliche love story. The story was all about what we have been through, with characters resonating us. And she wrote it. My baby wrote our story. Sapphire wrote it during the times that I would be out for work or busy in meetings, she admitted. It was the perfect wedding gift. The book was self-published. It had a beautiful and artistic hard-bound cover. Its title..."My Sweet Surrender"