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She reported to a smirking Agnes. An evil chortle breaking out of Samantha who stood by her mother’s side. “Rot in hell bitch!” The End…… Author’s note: I’m sorry Book 1 ended on such suspense. You’d have to find out what happens next in Book 2. More twists are coming as well as more dramas. Book 2 officially launches on the First of May. Stay patient and tuned. You can now follow me on social media: I*. My username is; Blue Sky (Author blue Sky) on i*******m.

I chuckled to him before asking the girls. "Josie it's nice to finally be able to talk to you as well. I've been watching you for months and you are quite an extraordinary woman. Even through the grief and being completely shit faced you still have the focus to just get shit done. That book on demons and other hell realm creatures is excellent. I mean seriously advanced stuff. The wisdom you put into it, the knowledge you've shared with others through it, I am utterly impressed with it and can't wait until it's released." Sammie spoke as I plated dinner for the three of us.

Snowball responds which shatters me completely. "Leaving? Off to where? I have no one else" I respond feeling waves of pain hit me. "I can't be with you forever Sammie, you have to know and understand your true potential as time goes on, you are not ordinary, you aren't empty and you aren't lonely. You have to block away all negative aura from you and leaving here is the first step to doing that, you are special Sammie and I hope you can see that one day, I can't help you with that but I know you will find someone one who will very soon"

Sammy attempts to scream out in horror and pain once again but finds that she is still unable to speak. Suddenly, the pain begins to fade, and Sammy hears, "We apologize for the discomfort, Samantha. It will all be over with shortly." Sammy quickly realizes that what she is hearing is actually in her head, as if she was thinking to herself, but it wasn't her voice speaking. She looks to the creatures, questioning if she was actually just spoken to telepathically when the red one tilts its head slightly as to signal it was the one that was just speaking to her.

POV Samantha ** As we lingered over the remains of our picnic, the conversation flowed easily. I found myself telling him everything about my book: the initial struggle with writer's block, the characters that felt like old friends, and the thrill of finally typing "The End." I told him about the subtle details I’d woven into the story and the themes I hoped would resonate with readers. It was a side of myself I rarely shared, and he listened intently, asking thoughtful questions.

Sam ended the call. She could not tell over the phone that Charles gave her a house that’s why she intended to go there to inform her mom. After the call, Sam took her favorite novel from the bookshelf and sat down on the sofa. She read it until she unconsciously fell asleep. It appeared that she needs to sleep more. Sam suddenly woke up due to the tone of her ringing phone. “Hello?” she answered the unfamiliar number. “Sammy, are you free this afternoon?” said Harvey on the other end of the line.

He was staring right back at me. "I've gone through almost every page of the book," Kathryn said, throwing Lexi and I a look of exasperation. The old book lay open on the counter in front of the three of us, the pages more worn out than they had initially been from the constant flipping. We'd been trying to find some kind of explanation to how Sam had been injected with whatever he'd been injected with and then it had suddenly disappeared from his body.

“Eva? Are you in here?” Samael questioned as he hesitantly walked into the silent library. The book that Eva had dropped at the hotel was now in his hands. “In here” Eva shouted as she continued to read her book. Samael walked to the back of the library. He admired the rows and rows filled with books. Surprised that so many Braille books existed in one place. “Alana said I would find you here.” Sam smiled as he took a seat next to Eva on the windowsill.

“Py—” “Oh my god!” Sam shrieked, slapping her palm over her mouth. “One of the characters in my new novel actually went to Greece, Red Beach, precisely!” She gushed, beaming. “This isn’t just a coincidence. I actually feel like the main character right now!” I let out a dry chuckle at Sam’s dramatic outburst, shaking my head. “Well—” “And did you even get pictures?” Ivy suddenly cut in. “I mean,” she shrugged, “It’s pretty useless going on a trip with Christian Blackwood and not getting a photo.”