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"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

Jacob informed us. “So, this is done! What’s next in the schedule?” I asked Jacob? “It’s your time to get trained, Alpha! I heard you were reading a book about magical elements.” he asked. “Yeah! I must hit the library before going to the training grounds.” I left the armoury and Jacob went to the ground first. I took the book with me to the library. “Gavin! Come down you piece of shit!!! What the heck have you given me last night! This book is worthless.” I complained while staring down at him.

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

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his voice faltered as she thought of the tragic end to this story. " Even if it's the last thing I do. I will risk my life to put an end to his reign of terror. History shall not repeat itself. I will not allow him to win yet again, and I will not allow him to harm my loved ones." Felix sat up on the bed properly. " What do you mean even if it's the last thing you do? No. I will not allow you to die. How can you speak about your death like that? You just said you would never leave me."

They’d never told anyone about it in case I ever needed a place to run and hide. “This is our last resort,” my mother had told me, a few months before she died. “If things ever get bad with Vincenzo, if you ever need to run away, come here. No one will ever find you here.” I’d thought she was being dramatic. I’d thought Vincenzo and I would be together forever. But then my parents died, and Lila came into our lives, and everything fell apart.

On the third to last day before my planned death, I would face the world’s cruelty one more time. I replied with care. “Yes, Mr. Cardea.” I let out a quiet laugh at myself. People prepared for a rainy day to survive. I prepared for one to die.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

When they handed me the divorce certificate, Jessica asked, "If I hadn't terminated the pregnancy… would you have forgiven me? The truth is, even if our baby had been born, she would have had birth defects…" "No." I cut her off. Even if she hadn't ended the pregnancy, we never could have gone back to the way things were. The moment she chose someone else over me, I had already given up on this marriage. The End