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He led her to his office. Clara placed the flowers on his table and walked round his office. “You have a lot of space to yourself. I like it.” “Oh. Thank you.” He picked up the flower and noticed a note was attached to it. Aiden picked it up and it read, ‘Gotcha'. “Why gotcha?” “I discovered it was you that made an order for flowers to be delivered at mines.” She was fingering the artwork on his wall now. “The box is for you too.”

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

that I had built from nothing was now one of the group's most profitable subsidiaries. The HR director nearly spilled her coffee when she saw my resignation letter. "Ms. Shaw, you're resigning? Does Mr. Carter know?" I smiled faintly. "He's swamped right now." Seeing the flash of sympathy in her eyes, I knew the entire company was watching my embarrassment play out. Back at the western suburbs villa, this place had once been our quiet retreat, somewhere we'd occasionally stay for peace. My small fragrance studio was still here. While packing, I found a yellowed note tucked inside a book called "The History of Perfume". It was Alex's handwriting, youthful yet bold.

I wandered around the place which strangely seemed like Olympus, but it wasn't Olympus. Have I travelled backwards in time? Shut up mind! You always say the worst possible things. The people around me looked at me weirdly. I said that out loud didn’t I? Stupid, stupid me. These people were still staring. It was creepy and they were all wearing clothes which was outdated in fashion world. That’s exactly how Luke says it. I bothered to cross check the quantity of Novanium. How could I be so stupid and impulsive? I rushed

That alone told me where his heart really was. I had plans, too. Tomorrow would mark exactly one month since I filed to break our mate bond. I’d be picking up the finalized certificate—basically our divorce papers—from City Hall. After that, I could leave, officially. “Okay,” I replied softly. “I’ll be home in time for dinner. I’d like to have that roasted herb venison you make, the one with the wild greens,” he said, eyes sparkling. However, my flight was at 7 p.m. There was no time to make him dinner.

Turns it toward me. It is me again. Not the same drawing. This one is new. From tonight. I am curled up on the bench with my sweater pulled tight, my phone glowing in my hand, my brows pulled together. The time in the corner of the page is written in his handwriting. 10:02 PM. Still cold. Still has not seen me drawing. But below that, there is something else. A name. The Girl Who Checks the Bus Schedule Like She Does Not Trust It. "That is a long name," I say.

A wish to go back in time, a wish to be with Vincent, a wish for a lifetime of love. With the wish made, she opened her eyes, and for a moment, everything was still. Then, slowly, the sand in the hourglass started moving, reversing its course, pulling her back into the past, back into Vincent's world. The familiar sensation of time travel engulfed her, and with a last glance at her world, she braced herself for the journey, her heart filled with hope and love.

Trembling as I am, I follow the Keeper through the door. We go to a plain office, there is a simple metal desk in front of us, on the back wall hangs a framed picture of our beloved president Lucas Laurent, next to the picture there is a banner THE MINISTRIES OF ESTERMOND says in big red letters. Then it lists the different ministries we have. Ministry of Health: To maintain healthy Good Citizens. Ministry of Females: To take care of our Bearers. Ministry of Education: to preserve the minds of our children. The Ministry of Press and Information: To spread the truth. Ministry of Bravery: To fight the Eels. Ministry of Obedience: To punish the Eels… I look away from the banner, I already know

He looked at Jax, whose golden Admin Key was shining brightly, and at Brog, who was staring at his hammer in awe of his own power. "Today, we just proved that we can," Ren said. He pulled up his system menu. "The sword of Damocles is hanging over the Ministry's head. When the time is right, we cut the thread." “Ren, the room is collapsing!” Kara screamed. "Logging out," Ren said. The red static swallowed them whole. TIME: 12:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE VAULT (BASE OF OPERATIONS). STATUS: THE END OF THE BEGINNING.

"This must be expensive, huh?" It was my pocket watch. My mom's. The only thing she ever left me. I'd cried over it more times than I could admit. I polished that thing every day like it was sacred. One scratch and it wrecked me. And Donna knew that.