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Loyalty had been her only code, even when it cost her everything. Even when it cost her Natalie. Her baby girl had been eight when they took her away. Now she was twenty-two, somewhere out there in the world, maybe still angry, maybe not. Meekey had written every year. Birthdays. Christmas. The day she first walked. The day she lost her first tooth. All the moments she missed, she tried to stitch back together with ink on paper. But only one letter had ever come back. "I don’t know who you are anymore. Stop writing."

"Kyaah!" To my great surprise and shock, I stumbled backward, my foot losing its balance, causing me to lose my footing. I ended up sitting clumsily on the floor, and the three heavy books I was carrying slipped from my grasp, scattering across the floorboards with loud thuds that echoed through the empty corridor. "You okay there?" I shifted my gaze upward towards the person standing over me the moment I heard that familiar, calm voice. Of course. It was Eros.

Weird,usually he isn't free for anything but work. We went to the bookshop first and there it was, the books I wanted. Books by Ana Huang. The trainer was a boy, dark haired and tall. "Would that be all, pretty girl? ", he asked with a flirty smirk. " Yes,... " I was about to thank him when Rowan answered. "Is that all love? " while snaking his arms around my waist and giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Yes? ", confusion took over my entire face. And the guy was staring straight at where his hand was.

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

“I’ve seen them in the restroom.” “Eldest son of Beta Moon and Beta Loretta—bosses of my parents. What happened? Please don’t tell me you faced Marvel.” I nodded. Gwen cursed and flinches her eyes. “You’re so unlucky.” “Marvel almost punched me to death. He was raging and strong. I would’ve died there if Glitter didn’t show up. She saved my life!” I tried to lower my voice. I guessed it was naturally not distracting. People inside the library didn’t pay any attention to me.

"I hope these still work." The Last Editor slowly walked forward. His face remained hidden beneath the shadow of the lantern. Only his voice reached them. "Stories multiply." "Worlds multiply." "Choices multiply." "And eventually..." "...everything collapses beneath its own weight." Another drop of black ink struck the floor. A second aisle vanished. The books that had just been created from Adrian's journey faded into mist before anyone could touch them. The White Book trembled violently. Golden cracks spread across its cover. Adrian held it tightly.

I managed to whisper, my eyes fluttering shut. "The ledger is finished," Silas said, his voice a low rumble that was blissfully silent in my head. No psychic echo. No judgment. Just the cold wind. "Now we start the design for your ghost." As he carried me toward the Northern Citadel, I felt the "Voice" of the Crescent Pack finally fade into static. Roman was screaming into the void, but for the first time in a long while, I couldn't hear him. The pavement had cracked. And I had finally fallen through.

said Jacob. Immediately Zoya couldn't hold back her tears. She immediately hugged Jacob tightly. "You are the best person I have ever known, sob sob..." Zoya whispered with tears in her eyes. Everyone in the room felt what Zoya felt. *** -Year 2045- “They're in! They're in! The south gate has collapsed!” shouted one of the soldiers. The hundreds of monsters rushed in and immediately rushed into the building. Luckily, the residents in the Hope building had been evacuated to a bunker located in the basement. Only Professor Alex and a few of his men remained in his study.

held me back. "You can't touch me, Alice. I am the 'Narrative.' And in this narrative, the Beast dies so the Girl can be 'Pure.'" I looked at the ground. I saw the wooden pencil’s tip—it was made of **Lead**. Not ink. Not gold. Lead. The element of **Weight**. I realized the secret. The Author didn't have "Power." He had **Gravity**. He made things "Heavy" so they couldn't fly. I closed my eyes. I didn't think about stories. I didn't think about ink.

There were only a couple of other kids that chose to read over the computers. I browsed the bookshelf searching for a book to read, my step-father set fire to all my books in the wheel barrow when he first moved in with us. I picked a book up from the shelf, my father had bought me it before he died, I was surprised to see it in a school library. The Darkest Minds. I found my way over to a comfy seat in the corner of the room. Fishing out my glasses from my bag I made sure no one was looking before I put them on. "Hey." A boy interupted me three chapters in. "I'm Aaron." Peeking up from behind my book I saw a guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I had no idea how long he had been