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Jackson said with a smirk. I climbed into the bed and sat up, my legs crossed. Damien walked into his clest while Jackson disappeared into the bathroom. Since they were no longer in the bedroom I got lost in my thoughts.My life changed a lot in what felt like a day to me. I went from being a slave to a luna, now to a half-breed that is supposedly destined for great things. I wish I could see my parents, this is too much for me to handle. Maybe they have me confused with someone else.

"It started around this time in my previous life too. We need to stock up on herbs and food and reinforce our new territory." Looking at her serious expression, I knew she wasn't joking. "Alright, we'll follow your lead." Our roasted meat arrived, and Finn dug in, his lips soon shiny with grease. Lyra gently wiped his mouth. "Finn, I'll protect you from now on." Finn nodded. "Sure! You're the strongest!" As I watched them from across, I suddenly felt a fullness in my heart. These past few months felt like half a lifetime. I went from despair to hope, from weakness to strength.

"Evelyn, go to hell! I'll blow you sky high, and then you won't be able to compete with me for his attention anymore! "Why do you get to live in a house this nice? Why does Gabriel have to answer to you? Once you're rotting in prison, this house will be mine! The money will be mine!" The sound of gas hissing from the severed pipe was clearly audible. Jasmine seemed startled by the force of it and stumbled backward. Then she pulled a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and took a drag. She flicked the still-burning cigarette near the leaking pipe. "Go to hell!"

The Mer-King had showered me with pearls and treasures, and there was even talk of making me the Crown Princess. She went mad with jealousy. She called Reginald's home shabby and disgraceful. Desperate, she got herself pregnant by any means necessary. But when her children were born red-finned, she snapped. Every ounce of her frustration, her shame—she took it out on Reginald. Before she killed me in the previous life, she had stabbed Reginald to death first. That was why I chose Reginald in this life. I did not choose him for his face, even though he was stunningly handsome. It was because when he looked at me, it was with true warmth.

A lifetime of pain and mistakes and regrets fading away with each passing day like some bad dream, slipping farther and farther into the abyss of the past with every waking moment. Sixteen. Shylie blinked, the word echoing in her head. She blinked, feeling her new life solidify around her, the weight of everything settling on her like a mantle. No longer a sickly middle-aged woman who had let her life slip through her fingers. No longer a ghost of her former self. This was Shylie. This was her, back to life, given the chance to make a change, to start anew. No more holding back, no more pretending, this time around, she was going to take charge.

Once he’d eviscerated the pages from the leather bindings, Billy Jessup dunked it into the fresh toilet bowl. The boys laughed and for good measure, Collin Marcus kicked the ruined pages into the air, his bright red Chuck Taylors standing out against the sand-colored paper. Then they all filed out, their laughs and his mother’s screams echoing through his head. “It was the last thing my mommy bought for me, Bastian. It was all I had left of her. It was all I had left and they destroyed it!” Finally Jaxsen crumbled. Sebastian caught him as he threw himself at him, his wails unlike anything he’d heard before. There was no consolation he could offer. Nothing could fix or undo the destruction of

“Auntie Isla, tomorrow is the school’s family event. Can you go with me?” Holding Sam and Isla’s hands, he left without looking back. Their resolute figures stabbed deeply into my heart. When the boss announced my sentence and ordered my execution, the three of them were happily attending a school family event. So in this life, I decided to give Sam and Isla my blessings. Yet Isla still refused to let me go, even though I had already chosen to stay away. The exact same framing as in my previous life made my whole body go cold.

“That’s how amazing she is. How else could she be called Chameleon Fox? She changes and adapts like a fox—clever and elusive.” “How do you know all this? My husband Josh never told me any of this.” When Jasmine got home, she would ask Josh why he never told her such big news. She was used to getting all the latest gossip since meeting Josh, but lately, there had not been much. It was getting so boring that all she could do was go back to reading novels to pass the time. Before, she read novels with the idea that maybe one day she could be the heroine and live a life where everything was in easy mode. Now, her life was in easy mode because after marrying Josh, she was living perfectly happily

Quill claps him on the shoulder gently, as he excuses himself to go talk to the rest of the guests. My father wheels me to the closest couch, sitting across from me, Caleb sitting next to him. Every now and then, Caleb freezes in place, and fights to take in air. "Time moves at a different pace in the Remmadon Kingdom.* Four days here was four months over there." my father explained. Caleb kept his mouth clamped shut, and his fingers twitched as he stares off into the distance. "Are you okay, Caleb?" I ask softly, and his eyes dart over to mine. He chuckles, patting my knee.

She briefly wondered if screaming was socially acceptable. As the plane lifted off the ground, Samira’s breath caught in her throat. She watched the cityscape shrink below her, the familiar streets and buildings becoming tiny dots in the distance. For the first time in her life. AUTHOR’S NOTE Thank you so much for reading the first chapter! Samira may have agreed to the “simple favor,” but we both know nothing about this plan is simple or safe. This story will be a mix of comedy, chaos, slow-burn romance, identity swapping, friendship, emotional healing, and a heroine who deserves the world.