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What have I roped myself into? “Can we go back to the prophecy part?” I pleaded. “You're going to be hunted all your life until you accept your fate. He shall die in your arms to be reborn. You’re a descendant of the Moon, a rare kind, the most powerful immortal beings. The task ahead is great, but you shall walk Ishamin, the forbidden land…” “Hey, that's a heavy load of crap.” “Those were exactly the words of the seer who foretold your birth and died the day you were born. Now you understand that your life is diff…”

In the beginning, James Harris and the rest of the Harris family thought I was just in a mood, but it did not take long for them to sense that something was off. Calvin Harris, the youngest son of the family, was the first to make a scene. He was initially thrilled when his micromanaging mother took off. However, his joy turned to dismay at the school carnival when his father forgot to tell the babysitter to bake cookies, and he ended up with generic cookies instead of the homemade bear-shaped ones his mother used to bake.

Dad suddenly appeared before my eyes. He gave me a great shock because he was supposed to have perished years ago in a zombie attack. It was only then that it dawned on me—I had gone back in time, for some reason, and today was the day my dad, Ernest Falken, the apocalypse base commander, asked me to pick a future husband for myself. When Dad saw that I kept glancing toward Curtis Granger, a look of understanding crossed his face. "Since you've decided on Curtis, I'll get him to come in, then."

I sorted for balance. “Where do you want to go for your birthday?” Okay, this is surprising. “Why? You want to cut the cake with me?” I flopped despite the joy I felt for his taking note of my birthday. “Can’t I?” “If only you wouldn’t be celebrating Rose Waldeen. Can you afford to miss it?” Rose Waldeen, the Tiktok drama-doll, shares the same birth date as me. And to add, it is her 15th birthday, the year all female teenagers go berserk for. I doubt Lucky Rogers would ditch that for my birthday.

I say. “No greetings or felicitations? Not even a happy birthday?” he says, being the pest he always is. “Find her. And today’s not your birthday,” I snap, anxiety creeping in. What if something has happened to her? I have to make things right. “I’ll get back to you later, ferret. And I’d like a Bugatti for my birthday,” Maksim says before cutting the call. He’s one of the few people alive who dares to hang up on me.

"We'll talk about it later. My sisters arrived next. Ivy with Chloe, Jax's wife, followed by Aria and her son, Caleb. More gifts piled, and Roman bounced between them ecstatic. Somewhere between Roman naming the cat and Caleb reporting him for making him cry, my phone rang. "Happy birthday, big guy!" George boomed through the screen. "Happy birthday, Grandpa!" Roman yelled back. George Walker was the richest man in the city and my parent's friend since high school. He and Roman were birthday mates, and we usually celebrate together, except this year he was thinking of throwing a bigger party he hadn't given me a chance to refuse.

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

It was overall a good bakery with nice hygienic measures and professional chefs. “What is the event?” I stopped near the shelves and looked at him. It seemed like whatever it was related to was either not a very good deal or a very dangerous one. “It’s someone’s birthday,” he said and turned his face to the side, pretending to write something in the register. “Umm, whose birthday?” his weird expressions were the reason I asked him. “Alpha King Desmond’s daughter’s birthday,” his words let a gulp run down my throat, “Hope’s birthday,” as he finished, I felt my world moving. My daughter was turning 10 and I haven’t even met her properly.

“I’ve been meaning to ask… Why didn’t you want to celebrate your birthday this year? You seemed so set on spending it alone.” Polaris hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor as she wrestled with the memories. “It’s just… birthdays haven’t felt the same since… well, since my mom passed away,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “She was really sick for a long time, and every birthday felt like a reminder of how much she was suffering. It’s hard to celebrate when you’re reminded of loss.” Sebastian’s expression softened, and she could see the empathy in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Polaris,” he said quietly. “I didn’t know.”

Kendra asked. "I was looking for the guy that helped me yesterday. I wanted to tell him thanks." She looked at her friend as they walked back to the elevators. "Didn't you see him in the nurse's station?" "What's he look like?" "Well he's a giant, at least 6'5" and he was wearing all black and a hood over his face. His face is like—all scarred up-" "Oh my god…do you think you were seeing the Angel of Death?! You weren't that sick-"