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The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

That causes misfortunes around us. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchatrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER SEVENTEEN~

If even one of them were a one, I’d lose. She scoffed. “What a joke. Did you learn that trick from some internet tutorial? That only fools amateurs, not me.” I lifted the first die, which showed a six. The second was another six, and the same for the third and fourth. Now, only one die remained. If it were six, I’d win. If it were one, I’d lose. Taylor’s confidence was crumbling, her brows knitting together. “Hurry up and open it! Stop trying to be dramatic. There’s no way it’s another six!”

CHAPTER 20 Ryan quickly walked back to Mrs Williams' place. He knocked on the door gently. " Come in," Mrs Williams responded from inside. Ryan opened the door gently and walked in. Mrs Williams looked at him. "Please sit down on the couch, I'll join you soon." Mrs Williams said and pointed to the couch. Ryan nodded and motioned towards it. He sat on it, quite nervous. Mrs Williams stood up and walked to the place where she had directed Ryan. She sat on a couch opposite Ryan and heaved a heavy sigh.

She couldn’t not. The professor droned on about narrative structures, pacing, and unreliable narrators. Amelia sat near the middle, scribbling notes half out of obligation, half because it kept her awake. She shifted in her seat, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. That was when she saw him. Micah sat three rows back, angled slightly toward her. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t even looking directly at her anymore — not after the first glance. But she caught the flicker of his gaze when her hand lifted. The second his pencil moved across his notebook.

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

Staring down at my legs, I whispered to myself, "Is it true…" Clutching onto hope, I began the arduous task of dragging myself forward with my arms.

Just as I was about to respond, I saw the police crouching in the corner, signaling to me. I took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll transfer the house to you both. We'll go to the property office tomorrow to finalize the paperwork." Laurence eyed me suspiciously. "You're agreeing so easily. Are you planning something?" I gave him a fake smile. "Believe whatever you want." Laurence stared at me for a few seconds, then nodded. "I believe you. But you have to transfer the money to me first." I unlocked my phone and opened my banking app, then handed it to him. "You can enter the bank account number yourself."

"Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..." With Sevastian's shaky hand, he flip the pages one by one. Reading every single words carefully while tearing up... ******************OCEAN_TEN*********************************************************************

Chloe Chloe heard the click of the door as Dr. Turner opened it and she hurried back into her chair, whipping out her phone and playing with her home screen icons. Wolves? She thought that the two of them talking about wolves and changing was incredibly confusing. She finally decided that she just must not have heard them correctly. That was the danger when eavesdropping in the first place.