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Faced below, he watched in complete awe, not knowing what to do. He furrowed with a crease before the glass shattered. He dropped in instantly, thus the lights faded. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : The Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter : Chapter 16 ; Hell 1 Feedback / Question :

“What’s happened?” Lifting his face from his hands and looking her in the eyes, he whispered, “I’m afraid of what’s happening to me. I’m becoming this… this thing.” “Thing?” she repeated with obvious confusion. “Do you mean a hybrid? They’re rare, so I’m told, but they exist.” “If it was only that, I’d be upset but not frightened,” he explained. “It’s just that I think I’ve been tainted by that zombie that attacked me.”

They are not enemies. Before this Chapter ends, I just like to share with you an important lesson I got from this story. Never put a period on everything. Just a comma, which means, these robots are not there to give you problems. They are there as a threat at first, but then as time passes by, we realize that they are truly gems.

It's high time, I learn, to clean my mess. Taking out the tickets from my pocket, I ripped them, keeping only one. To keep them safe, it's high time, I free them from the burden, that is..... Tiara Williams. *************************** Hey guys, I hope you loved the chapter. Guys this is unedited, so feel free to point out any mistakes. Now savor the chapter and don't forget to Vote Comment and Share. 😄 Love you guys ❤❤❤❤

The boy snapped his fingers. The breakroom walls turned into glass. Outside, Julian and Clara saw the Wasteland of the Archive. They saw millions of "Deleted Chapters" piled like mountains of trash. They saw the Mars colonies being dismantled for scrap metal. And at the very top of the scrap heap, they saw Hope, bound in bronze chains, her iridescent eyes weeping liquid code. "That is your 'Happy Ending,'" the boy sneered. "It’s a tax write-off." The Final Dividend: The Architect’s Ultimatim

He smelled of Ozone and Absolute Zero. "You look confused, Elian," the Final Draft said, his voice a flawless, high-fidelity reconstruction of Leo’s baritone. "The city beneath you is a discard pile. It is the 'Trash' left over from 211 chapters of trial and error. Why cling to a shadow in the infrastructure when you can walk with the man who was designed to win?" "You're not him," Elian whispered, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his staff. "My father cut off his own arm to save us. He chose the dirt."

"Let's give these bastards a proper Earth welcome." (End of Chapter 142)

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

“What happened then?” “Then,” I said. Lying down next to him. Next to Ivy’s crib. Next to Isla’s crib. “Then monsters came back. But we beat them. And we came home. And now it’s Day 7. And we’re writing Chapter 58.” “Is Chapter 58 good,” Alex asked. Yawning. “Chapter 58 is first steps,” Adrian said. “And school buses. And dogs. And donuts. And coming home. So yeah, buddy. Chapter 58 is good.”

He said. “I have one but it’s already chapter one.” I said hesitantly. “Read it for me, please…” *Cataclysm Chapter 01 I'm walking on the hallway of the school to pay the books I need. Everyone is busy talking to their old friends, some for their newfound friends and what makes me agitated is it seems someone is following me and it seems someone is watching me every corner of the school. It makes me feel uneasy. ---