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Filthy, haggard students who didn't deserve to be in the same institution with him, he thought, as he walked to where the population was the least with his bags wearing him down. He didn't allow the exhaustion show on his face, though. He was built to be tough and showing tiredness, especially because of bags, was a taboo. He plopped into a seat next to one of the walkways that divided the arrangement of the seats in the auditorium and reached for his phone to text his mother. He had found the hostel without Harold's help. He was going to tell him mum that. ‘Gotten to the auditorium, mother,’ he texted. ‘Can't call at the moment as we're about to start whatever it is we're here for. I'll cal

We can do this, I whispered. From the doorway, Damian's voice. We already are. He came and stood behind me. Arms around me. Monday morning, the letter was gone from the trash. I don't know who took it out. But at 3:17AM the fire alarm went off. END OF CHAPTER 55 Thanks for reading

I asked, opening my eyes from where I had laid my head against the wall behind me so I could simply listen to his voice. “And nothing,” he answered. “That’s the end of the chapter.” “What?” I sat upright and reached for the e-reader. “That can’t be the end of the chapter. Let me see.” He pulled the e-reader away and sent me a stern glance. “Patience, Mayhem. Maybe there’s more on the next chapter. But I’ll read it, thank you very much.” I huffed and sent him a dirty look. “Fine. But don’t skimp on the details.”

Harney All rights reserved (c) 2025 Chapter One I ran through the forest, a flash of desperate red. The Big Bad was right on my heels, closing in. He was much bigger, and badder, and faster, and stronger than me. We both knew it. The fact that he hadn't caught me yet only meant he liked to play with his food. Tragically, I was probably no more than a mere midnight snack to him. So much for my happy ending. How horribly banal. The air in my lungs seemed to have caught fire. I'm sure I was as loud as a wildebeast thundering through the forest, disturbing all the creatures of the night as I went. If you imagine me as a delicate damsel in flowing white gown, flying across the mossy ground, do

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"Hey, I'd like to report an accident. I'm in it. You guys just track my phone with your GPS thingy. I'm just gonna.... take a... nap." Next thing I know, I passed out. ---END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN---

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Might as well see what happens to Heathcliff. I opened the book and began reading. At chapter nine I heard the backyard door open and close. "Wow! I can't believe she's actually reading that!" a smooth voice with a British accent exclaimed. "I know, I don't even know where mine is. Hey, can I borrow yours?" another familiar one with an Indian accent asked. "In your dreams, Amira." I put my book down and Indi and Andi were standing in front of me, smirks on their faces.

This journey for Ireland and Oliver is over. Thank you all for your support and love. Below is the first chapter of my book Living With His Mark. This will be Olivia's story. I hope you all enjoy! I will not mark this book as complete until all editing is complete. Chapter One- (Olivia POV)

In her hands, she held a very beat-up copy of ‘Of Mice and Men. “Oh, Harriet! Thank you!” I squeezed my best friend before clutching the book to my chest. She grinned at me before she turned back to run back to where Matt was. I found my feet leading me back towards the creek. Away from the burned buildings, away from the chard remains of the carnival, and away from the dead. The thought of the packhouse was suffocating on a carefree regular day. Now there was over three times the amount of people shoved in there. For some reason, I felt like the creek was where I should be, like something in my gut was pulling me there.