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I just want to enjoy my life, this is my second life already because of what happened yet revelations keep breaking me. I am a broken glass, I glued myself but then now I am broken again and this time I do not know how to fix it anymore. If it can still be fixed. “Sshh, sshh. Cry all you want, I am here okay? I’ll be with you,” Aunt Elina murmured as she pulled me into a tight hug once again. I may be so drained already that after I rested my head on Aunt Elina’s shoulder everything went black. VALEN

I didn't know if we would even get into the facility. But I knew one thing for certain: I was not the same broken woman who had stumbled into Anthony St Louis life. I was not the victim anymore. I had a purpose. A reason to fight. And for the first time in five long years, I felt truly, fiercely alive. author's note please I made a mistake while uploading so you will see chapter Forty One twice. I will soon rectify the mistake.

Get up. I gritted my teeth until I thought they'd crack. Fighting against the agony, I pushed through the suffocating weight in my limbs. The world narrowed to this single task: rise. I dragged my bruised knees back under my body and forced myself upward, inch by agonizing inch, until I stood completely upright again. My breath came in ragged, ugly stutters, but I was standing. That had to count for something. It had to mean I wasn't completely broken yet.

I pressed down until the tip squeaked against the dark stone, opening Chapter 171 with a bold, jagged stroke: ​They thought that breaking the press would bring the silence back, but they only forced us to remember what we are made of. You do not need a grand spire, a golden pen, or a hundred reams of clean cotton paper to tell the truth. You only need the stubbornness to stand in a freezing room, patch the broken iron with scrap wood, and write until your fingers bleed. Chapter 171 is not built on comfort—it is forged in iron and stone.

I placed a napkin under the water and then pressed it to my eyes for a few seconds hoping the redness would clear away. I calmed my breathing and remembered that things were changing for me now. I have a job. I’m away from my father. School is the last problem in my life, but it is almost over. I am almost free. A knock at the door interrupted my mini calming session. “Occupied!” I shouted hoping the person on the other side would hear me. When I removed the napkin, my eyes were back white again. No puffiness. No tears. I tossed the wet napkin and opened the door to return to Dmitry.

I woke to a heartbeat that was not my own. I kept getting flashbacks of the events from the night before, perhaps, that could be the reason why sleep had abandoned me. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft breathing of the other girls. The words of the traveller from the night before continued to ring in my head, and somewhere inside the territory, Alpha Xander was awake, I could still feel him, so much, I didn’t notice someone had walked in.

Eасh іѕ рhоtоgrарhеd as I dеѕсrіbе again аnd again whаt hарреnеd. I’m tіrеd аnd thе tеаrѕ аrе dry on my face with makeup. Mу thrоаt hurtѕ whеrе hіѕ hands bruised mе, аnd ѕuddеnlу I dоn’t fееl ѕо tough at аll. Sоbbіng, I соvеr mу face. I don’t wаnt hеr tо ѕее mе сrу, but ѕhе just lауѕ a glоvеd hаnd оn my bасk аnd lets mе sob. [Next POV will be from 'Blake' in Chapter 4]

His smile, a genuine smile that Cassandra only saw from her own father when she was a child. The innocent child that believes her father could be her warrior, someone who protects her no matter what. “Everyone would have their own hurdle while running forward. Some will jump over it, some will stop for a moment and climb over. And some will stop, backing away looking for another path to move forward.” “But you don’t ever turn around, or turn your back on your hurdle just to stop your journey. Whatever it is you still need to continue your journey, keep walking at your own pace.”

ENDANGERED CHAPTER 49 [ And when bloodsheds, everybody is at lost; taking turns to blame, regret and laments they had regained, and when no chances route to live and breathe, those who once screamed up ahead dig and dream, run and risk to whatever path they could have attained. THUMP. THUMP. Germa waited, she is patient, her chest filled with anticipation as she lies there awake. Accustomed to the darkness, which became her company for days and weeks, she doesn’t know. All she is aware of is how itchy her skin was, the smell she reeks of as she had not even been allowed to set foot outside, nor felt the water running on her skin. The feeling is strange. Enrobe, clad in the same clothes, when

Not a lot of people lived here. Not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to myself, I kept my head down and just carried on walking. Although the cuts on my shoulders had luckily stopped bleeding, I still had a lot of pain. ----- [Chapter quote: "You can't start a new chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one."]