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This is a Christmas special chapter. It doesn't go in line with the original book. Just like a stand-alone extra chapter. I hope you all enjoy though. “Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.” ~Norman Vincent Peal . "I know you would rather be on your own, but are you ever going to let us change that?" Ada asked, as she steps into Cainan's room and finds him in the bed, covered up with the duvet.

Special Chapter: Mey and Cute Nevile Longbottom ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ NOTE: If you have purchased (23) Mey and Cute Neville Longbottom and (24) Mey and Mundane Monday in "The Asian Potterhead and the Lovestruck Bad Boy", kindly skip this one. The reason I included this here is to enhance the plot. This is reserved for those who did not read The Asian Potterhead and the Lovestruck Bad Boy. So you know why on earth on Special Chapter: Fall Right into Crushing Land Koltin was doing a Google Search on "bad boy" and how to become one. Thank you so much for your love and support for TBNB Series! It means a great deal to me! ^^

Some people in the front seats wore a proud smile, like the one Edith had as she continued. “These books are written in special codes and patterns, also known as the universal designs. And such books can be read only by the one whose universal design matches the design of the book. We call such rare special chosen ones — our inheritors. Because they inherit part of the soul that was once filled with divine love and that suffered and died for love and love alone. The one who truly deserves our devotion — our lord!” Emotional cheers and chills filled the room. “And I had the honor of being one of them myself. And so did these honorable men…”

They wanted the trash out of the establishment—me. I stood, tucking the strap of my purse over my shoulder, only to have the thin leather snap. Suddenly everything I had in my bag was scattered over the tiles. There were tampons, lip gloss, my phone, some lotion, gum, and my twelve-step book. The waitress grabbed the book and looked at me again with a hint of pity. I thanked her and tucked the bag under my arm with my possessions shoved back inside. The voices had already started up. ‘Just one hit, it won’t hurt anything. You will fell so much better. All of this will go away. Do it, Shay, we need it.’

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Felt the fine stitching, the edges secure with what looked like delicate yet strong thread. The spines were naked. No embossed words hinting at what waited within. The pages heavy. Extravagant. Nothing like the mass market paper found in today’s books. This felt special. Unique. Opening it, she read . . . I was never smart or pretty. I spent my days easy to miss and easier to forget. But even forgotten, there was still a voice desperate–

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While the two of them were discussing my life, I started to have arrangements in my head and the name I saw was: "PACULAR SPARKER" The atmosphere in the room began to change, there seemed to be a cold air flowing through the books placed in the room, the wind began to blow strongly, and from the far corner of the room, a flying book appeared. up. It slowly lifted itself off the bookshelf and quickly flew towards us. Aubrey jumped up to catch the book that was rushing towards him, he looked at me with confused eyes but maybe he didn't want to ask, he wanted me to say it myself. I smile wryly, I wish I could say what I know but my memories are so jumbled that it wasn't clear the day before I w

It was at that point that I stressed, you have no idea how much, especially when she didn't reply to my instant messages right away. Luckily, I didn't do anything crazy and now, two hours after school starts, I have my better half in front of me. Very similar to Greece. It seems that their ceasefire still stands, and given how little they said to me as they led me into an unfilled study room, they spent the whole day together yesterday. The Specialists of Fear," I read so that anyone could hear the title of the book in my hands, which they gave me, looking with incredible examination at the drawing on the cover before investigating the young women. Are these the cutlery? The individuals who

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."