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He held her hand and said something into her ear, which made her giggle. I looked down at my phone, ignoring the two happy faces on my wallpaper staring back at me as I turned the music right up. I pulled out the novel my mom got me. In bold cursive letters, the title read 'Adapt Teacher'. Although I had read this book twice already, I still felt unprepared. I was excited but I still felt a little anxious.

"I spent eleven years believing my body was something to be managed rather than trusted. You didn't just become my exception, Alicia. You taught me how to actually want to be touched again, instead of simply tolerating it because you were the one exception I couldn't explain." Alicia turned into him, resting her head against his shoulder, feeling the steady, familiar rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm. "I never expected any of this when I called that number on the terrace. A contract. Protection and . revenge." She looked up at him, something soft and certain settling behind her tired eyes. "I never expected to fall in love with the man on the other end of it."

But— “Does your hand still hurt? We should stop by the pharmacy later, buy some medicine and a bandage,” Hilda said, snapping him out of his thoughts. He slowly unclenched his fist and smiled. “Sure.” How can I hold on to this warmth I feel for her… if she’s dead? Without thinking, Aron reached out and touched the tip of Hilda’s hair. She froze. “I wasn’t touching you,” he said calmly, though he was.

A scalpel, a syringe, forceps, scissors, some long needles, a knife, a bowl containing oil, and several transparent little bottles—vials, were all arranged on the table. Some containers were filled with a white, colourless liquid, and the rest held some kind of dark fluid in them. There was a big bag pack sitting in the corner of the table. Kevin watched him move over to the table. He took out a book from the bag. Recognition crossed Kevin’s features at the sight of the book. “Seven Most Painful Ways to Die,” the title read in bold red ink. The book he’d seen in Cedric’s room. T-Murek flipped pages to its centre and placed it on the table before him.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Six — “What the Fire Left Behind” The door clicked shut, and Evelyn stood frozen on the other side, her hand still gripping the handle like it might turn back time. Her breath left in shallow bursts, eyes stinging as the weight of what she'd just done pressed down on her chest. She hadn’t just shut him out. She had carved a line in fire between them—and for once, it didn’t make her feel powerful.

I found myself following Cool to the library. He immediately checked if there is anyone there before he closed the door and started to whisper some inaudible words as flying books came flying towards us. "What are you doing?" I asked while trying to stop myself from ducking every time a flying book came rushing to us. "You try and search for something, too. Telepathy or mind reading." He said and lifted his eyes from the book and frantically looked at me. "You being able to talk inside my head ain't normal, Fhyra. I haven't heard about a Flamia or Glacia that can do such things." He said seriously.

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"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

Now left the crazy laughter of a broken woman, tears gleaning in the high moon. In all her golden glory, she turned towards the silver pool and dived beneath the cold gleaming water. Out of darkness he had come again. Tonight, is the moon of death again. A night walker she was once, knowing in her heart forever more a broken rose. The warmth of death is cold, welcomed. Deceived by trust one moonlight night, a party of bodily feasts of flesh. Her birthday carried sixteen candles, her seduction faceless and brutal. All she remembered was his golden touch in the garden she thought paradise.