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Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

Now, this little sunflower pierced his heart like a dagger. Chad took the USB drive and plugged it into a computer. It contained not only the complete incriminating document sufficient to clear Timothy's name, but also an audio recording titled ‘Final Farewell’. Chad hovered over the play button on the screen, hesitant to press it. Timothy’s soul seemed to drain from him as he pleaded hoarsely, "Open it." Chad glanced at him and pressed play. My voice, weak and tinged with a smile, came from the speaker.

More, and more. End of Book 1

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. My One and Only (The Youngers Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quot

"President Weber, my wife has severe joint inflammation in her hands. It took her three full months to knit this scarf." Wilhelm's knees nearly gave out. The vice president had to grab him to keep him upright. Louisa, on the other hand, completely fell apart. She looked at my dad, then at the row of Rolls-Royce cars, then at the towering building by the school gate, with 'Alaric Academic Building' carved across it. She collapsed on the ground, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at me. "Why? Why were you born with everything, while I have to work my ass off? People like you don't deserve any of it!"

The second piece was just the same as the first, but adding more detail and background after they viewed their mistakes in the first. "Taking both of these." Ren rolled them up. "I take it as an illustration of your old home?" Two gave him a sad nod. "Hmm, ok. Come along now." Ren pulled the book to him and started to read as they walked. They made it out of the courtyard when Zero and Three ran up. "Can we come as well, Master?" Zero asked. Three just looked on excitied.

Hello, readers! We are officially approaching the explosive climax of Volume 1 at Chapter 26. Kaela's journey is a three-volume book, and writing this first instalment has been an absolute joy. I want to extend a huge, heartfelt thank you to everyone who has added this story to their libraries and supported my daily updates. Your support means everything to me. Volume 1 is all about Kaela’s survival and self-discovery. She had to learn who she truly is inside a brutal world she didn’t design, uncover dark secrets that were hidden from her, and finally step into her own raw, dangerous power.

Author's Note: Guys, guess what... DIRTY PAGES is officially on 1k views!!! Thank you so, so much, guys. Hitting 1,000 views on my very first book means more to me than you could ever imagine. I was literally awake last night, watching that 996 view count like my life depended on it – refreshing, pacing, hoping – and when it finally flipped to 1.0k, I swear my heart did a whole somersault.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ...𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑛~~𝑖𝑣𝑦𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 Sophia

But the second I did, it breathed. The book didn’t open. It unfolded. The cover split open in silence, pages spilling like silk, the air humming as the magic within adjusted to me. Not the other way around. I froze. There was no resistance. No permission asked. Just acceptance. Like the book had been waiting. The ink inside shifted before my eyes, words scrawling themselves across the first page in ink that shimmered between black and violet: To the One Who Was Hidden. To the One the Stars Remember.