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I said. He left the room without hesitation. I turned to face the people before me and said, “You know what, I'm feeling like a party tonight.” 🥀 Alpha mode bitchessss😂😂Well, two chapters left till epilogue. So much for y'all to see🤩 Just remember to stay safe guys. Love you🦋♥️

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The doctor said I had a hundred days left. I didn't want a miracle. I just wanted one real family portrait. One where I sat dead center, impossible to cut out. I searched through every album in the house. My sister, Yvonne Miller, had her professional glamor shots. My brother, Daxton Miller had his milestone baby portraits. My parents had their framed wedding photo. There wasn't a single picture of just me. I remembered our old family photo from primary school. Mom told me I blinked, so she creased the paper down the middle and folded my side back. After that, I was always placed on the far left or the far right. It made it easier to crop me out. I saved up and booked time a

He didn't get a response, but the lunar dust beneath his feet suddenly swirled, forming a small, shimmering spiral—a Weaver’s knot. The 70th chapter closed on the image of the five fugitives standing on a dead world, looking down at an empire in flames. The "Alpha’s Regret" was a memory. The "Alpha’s Return" had begun. And this time, they weren't just bringing a rebellion. They were bringing the Moon back to the sky.

Forever. The question haunting me: Who won't make it back alive? And is saving Luna worth losing someone else? Drop your theories! Who do you think dies? Tell me! Chapter 48 is the BETWEEN PLACE chapter and it's going to break your heart! END OF CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

When the extreme-heat apocalypse arrived, surface temperatures reached 158°F, and the first group of people began moving to Frostpoint Base. As a scientist, my wife had two spots to bring family members with her. Everyone thought she would take me without hesitation. But in the end, she put the name of her graduate student on the application. "He's my student, and he doesn't have his parents with him. I can't bear to leave him alone in a place this hot." She submitted the application without a second thought. Her next words chilled me to the bone. "Ethan, you're different. You've been tough since you were a kid. I know you can survive until the second group is evacuated." I forced a bitter s

I don’t remember my drive home. I think I was in a bit of a daze. Have you ever known something but you just don’t want to believe it? Could this really be what I think it is or is this just a friendship? Albeit, a friendship that has crossed some boundaries. I walk into our home and look around. There’s photos us over the years on the walls. It’s painted in warm colors and it’s cozy. Michael never really cared much for decorating this house, but it’s ours and I’ve taken so much pride in it.

The journey of Andrea, Alex, and Matthew had taken them through a myriad of experiences, shaping them into the individuals they had become. Chapter 107 marked a turning point—a chapter of profound self-reflection, where they delved into the depths of their souls and confronted the complexities of their pasts. As they gathered in a secluded retreat nestled amidst nature's embrace, the air was thick with anticipation. The retreat offered a sanctuary for deep introspection, inviting them to unravel the tapestry of their lives and explore the threads that had woven their destinies together.

I finally saw that, and I decided not to dwell on the past anymore. I turned my phone off and boarded the plane that would take me back to my work. … Back at the wedding scene, Rachel and Jonathan—the loving couple—were exchanging rings. The bodyguard barging into the scene brought silence to the air, and Rachel frowned, displeased. "Are you blind? We're in the middle of something here!" The bodyguard wiped his sweat and handed the letter to Rachel. "This is about Mr. Riviera. He left a farewell letter at the entrance. If I have to guess, he's gone. Maybe you should try and get him back?"

Six months later, Carlo, who once terrorized Port San Vito and forced us to pay protection money, knelt in the muddy water and blocked my path. Red-eyed, he begged me to bring the Moretti convoys back. "Ms. Moretti, if you come back, there'll be no protection money and no parking fees... I'll even pay you." I regarded him coldly and remembered how, six months earlier, he had flicked ash onto my financial statements and looked down at me as he said, "Pay, or get out of Port San Vito."