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waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h

I bit my lip on remembrance of how I lost it. I had carelessly and hurriedly put the diary in my backpack and zipped it up or so I thought, and while I was hurriedly walking out of the cafe it probably fell off the bag. Yes, this must be it. But that's not the problem now. The issue now is how do I get it back? "What is wrong my daughter? Something seems to trouble you." I turned to look at the middle aged woman beside me and offered her a small smile. "Ah, please pay no attention to me ma. I seem to have lost an important book on the way here and I'd have loved to go look for it but this is the last morning vehicle to gwagwalada and I can't afford to miss it." I explained sadly.

The room is gravely quiet and the only sound that could be heard was our breathing and steps. He stopped in front of a shelf and retrieved an old black hardcover big volume book. He throws it on the table causing dusk to fly off making me cough. "Sit," he orders. I raise my brow at him challenging. He looks more hot when being bossy. Stop thinking about him that way. "I have no time for your little tantrums Lyka, sit down now." he orders seriously and I oblige. The last time I was hot headed, I ended up being chocked and I wouldn't want a replay, now would I?

I hope that she knows I genuinely liked the coffee from yesterday, my awkwardness sometimes hides how much I appreciate things. Before I knew where I was going, I was looking up at a sign that read "Used Books". I'd seen it on my way to the clothing store yesterday, it was right down the street from Ann's. As I was walking in I heard another obnoxious bell. Why does everyone have these bells on their business doors?! The whole space was floor to ceiling bookshelves. I took a big breath in through my nose, the smell of old books filled the air. This was heaven. Reading was my only escape from pack life. Pack life was for the most part, easy, predictable. But the human world had so much to off

That the thing he had spent thirteen years and an incalculable amount of money and one daughter’s childhood keeping buried was no longer buried. I picked up my book. My hands were completely steady. Outside the library window the city moved in its indifferent, continuous way. The surface had cracked. Now we waited for the pieces to fall.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The silver jar was sitting exactly where I'd left it, but it felt far too light in my hand. I twisted the lid open. A full jar now had a deep gouge carved through the center, as if someone had scooped out a handful with bare fingers. I spun around. Louisa and another roommate were sprawled on their beds, their faces gleaming with oil. The familiar scent I'd noticed earlier was coming off their skin. Seeing my expression, Louisa sat up and wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, bragging loudly, "Oh, you're back? Mallory, your stuff isn't even that good. Greasy as hell. My cream works better."

That wasn't mere pocket change! Residents of Arriva City began to spread rumors—that Jackson was going mad, giving up money for a woman. When she heard the news, Lumina's gaze shifted to the window, and she lowered her eyes. The day she left Arriva City, she told herself that Jackson was dead to her. Yet, to claim she felt nothing at all would be a lie. Not long ago, hearing Jackson's name made her nauseous and unable to eat. However, Cadmus's kindness had gradually helped her let go. Whenever she felt upset or overwhelmed by her emotions, Cadmus would write on his tablet, "Look ahead toward a better life."

He'd gotten down on one knee beside me and clasped my hands, saying tenderly, "I love seeing you like this, Maeve." I'd saved him and trapped myself in a horrible nightmare ten years ago. Ten years later, he personally broke my finger, and with it, the last thing that tied us together. … As I lay in the abandoned warehouse at three in the morning with my fingers splayed in awkward, broken angles, my men hurried in with medical equipment. The warehouse behind me was set ablaze. As the fire burned and ravaged the building, I leaned into my seat and called the person coordinating my plans.

They were the gentlest words I’d ever spoken, yet Luna squirmed away, leaving my hand suspended. It might have been the most awkward meal I’d ever had, but Luna looked delighted, and Amber’s laughter never once faded. And that was enough. No matter how much humiliation I endured, as long as I could be sure they would be happy, that was enough. Later, I turned down Amber’s offer to walk home together and headed in the opposite direction. There was no place for me in this city. My parents lived far away, tucked away in a quiet mountain village. We were worlds apart.