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If he was going to get out of here, he needed to know every inch of this godforsaken place. He didn’t have beautiful memories outside this place. He was always hungry, yet he also couldn’t stomach what they were doing there. They were killing each other because FATHER ordered it. They were like puppets that shouldn’t have their own awareness. When he was alone or with Raja and everyone else was asleep, Tales would sketch maps, though calling them “maps” was generous. They were chaotic, messy doodles of squares and lines, barely resembling the compound. But they made sense to him. And he was proud of them, as if they were the best drawings and deserved a Nobel Prize. He hid them under the sin

I said, the show was about to begin so we quickly rushed to purchase tickets for the movie When the show started, I began to flashback about my home town, the scenes were based on what had really happen in Transylvania, but the actors and geographical areas, were way nothing like that I got to know many things that I knew not off while I saw tender, I saw my mom's character flow, I barely remembered the few days we had together, it turned out to be that the person responsible for my mother's death was Drex, as he poisoned her, that jerk's going to pay, I saw my character flow also, then I was about 200 years old, Jessy became a little bit confused about some parts, so I explained the actual

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The word tasted sour in her mouth. His name was Jeffery Brin. He was nothing like her soft-spoken, bookish father. Jeffery was all hard lines and predatory grace, a wolf in a tailored suit. His dark hair was swept back, silvering at the temples, and his eyes, when they flickered up and met hers, were the color of a stormy sea. They didn’t smile, even as his lips curved for her mother. They assessed, they catalogued, they claimed. “Leila, sweetheart, come down and say hello properly!” Carol trilled, her voice syrupy with white wine and new love.

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I tucked them behind my ear and glanced at Tom. He leaned casually against the wall, the moonlight accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw. His messy black hair fell across his forehead, making him look even more irresistible. “Then tell me,” Tom coaxed, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “You can’t call me your boyfriend if you keep your sexual fantasies from me.” I inhaled deeply, my pulse quickening. Tilting my head back, I bit gently on my lower lip before meeting his gaze again. Excitement sparkled in my eyes.

“I’m just afraid once your wounds heal, you’ll forget the pain.” “The moment that woman sheds another tear, you’ll soften again.” I lifted the glass and downed it in one go. The burning liquid scorched my throat and stomach, yet I felt relieved. “I’m not a fool.” “I won’t cling to her even after getting betrayed like this.” “Ha, you never know.” Sebastian smirked, mercilessly pulling apart my vulnerabilities. “You’re hopelessly love-struck, remember?” “When grandpa asked you to return to the Stone family and inherit your mother’s shares… What did you say?”

A Dog’s Tale I remember being born, that may seem a strange concept to humans but it isn’t really for Dogs. I remember being snuggled and warm then suddenly being pushed out into a very bright light. It wasn’t pleasant, and I was afraid but then a warm wet tongue began to clean me and a soft voice spoke welcoming me to this strange bright world and pushing me to a teat full of her delicious milk. Everything was blurry and muffled but I felt safe listening to the steady beat of my Mother’s heart through her soft flank. Those first few days were strange, I did very little except eat and sleep but I was aware of ‘something.’ I did not know what it was but I knew it was waiting for me.

‘Nope’ I yelled back, my eyes not leaving the sight of books, I walked past but then stopped, something grazed from my fingers, I stepped back and tried to find what it was, it felt like something pricked on my finger. ‘I felt too, something very strong touched me’ Irene mumbled, my eyes anxiously looking for it again when they locked at one book. ‘Legacy of White Wolf’ I quietly murmured those words and water gathered in my eyes as if something stung into it. The emotions right now were foreign, I was unable to understand them, but they were overwhelming. My hand was tracing the title.