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he inquired, his curiosity evident. Allowing a small, self-assured smirk to grace my lips, I replied, "The fact that I am Mr. Thompson's daughter should answer your question. My knowledge extends beyond superficial details." Seemingly intrigued and realizing the weight of my statement, Mr. Peterson removed his glasses, his gaze fixed intently upon me. Without hesitation, he reached for his intercom, activating the communication device. "Silvia, please hold my next appointment," he instructed, his voice carrying a tone of urgency.

Looking at the phone screen for a while, she dropped it and plodded into the bathroom. With Ryan and Malcolm around, she wasn’t going to be bored. More so she had a day off so she can binge watch her favorite Korean series and have a lot of rest. Today would be good no matter what. ……… The time was past two In the afternoon when the doorbell rang. Both of them were watching a Korean drama together and Ryan had to open the door. The two unfamiliar faces at the door greeted him with a smile. “How can we help you?” “We are here to help Miss Aurora with her makeup,” one of them said.

It amazed me how someone as quiet and introverted as him could be so popular. At the moment, they were engrossed in a lively game of cards, shouting and making hand signals. Hayden's aunt, whom I recently learned was named Jada, approached me and handed me a bowl of what appeared to be soup. "It's Fish Broth," Zeek, who was standing next to me, informed. I nodded, peering into the bowl. "Look," Kai said, taking my spoon and stirring the contents. "It has yam, potatoes, macaroni, fish, ochroes, and eddoes." He explained, and I pursed my lips.

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I felt his body stiffen in surprise, his muscles tensing like stone as he was taken aback by the unexpected embrace. But I refused to let go, my arms wrapped around him like a vice, holding him close as if I'd never let him go again. His fists clenched at his sides as if he struggled to restrain himself from reciprocating the embrace. But then, like a balm to his soul, my name fell from my lips: "Aria…” I whispered “Aria Marie Ashwood is my name." The sound seemed to shatter his reserve, his body loosening, his tension easing as if the mere mention of my name was a soothing balm.

Silas bled them by paragraph and called it hygiene. “‘Summoning is a crime,’” he read. “What is summoning? Does the Charter intend to criminalize breath? Surely an evening of light—music, lamps—cannot be understood as invitation. Surely we are modern enough to distinguish harmony from hunger.” “The mouth is a pedant,” Evelyn said. “It loves definitions when it can use them to eat politely. Summoning is saying the name in order to make weather. If your lamps make weather, they are summoning. If your music persuades iron to remember blood, it is summoning. We have hinges to tell the difference.”

Would he be offended if she sent it all back? Her attention was diverted towards a loud knock coming from the front door, followed by a "Hey, open up! It's freezing out here." Marissa's fist hung mid-air, on the verge of knocking again as Jade swung the door open. She looked uncomfortable, bundled beneath a thick wool coat, hat, and gloves, with her teeth audibly chattering. "Surprise!" Jade squealed and then blew into the kazoo.

called another voice. I spot my dad as I creep between the bushes. His hands cupped his mouth as he shouted out the family dog's name. A few feet away was Max, his hand identical to my fathers as he shouted out Shana's name. My dad whistles loudly, causing my ears to flatten at the high frequency.

I grabbed my purse from my bedside table and shut my door as I left my room. As I walked down the stairs, I heard three voices laughing and talking, when I reached the bottom landing of the stairs, I turned around the corner and headed straight to the fridge as I entered the kitchen, avoiding everyone’s gaze and then the room became silent. I grabbed a bottle of Pulpy orange and brought it to my lips before turning around. “What?” I asked as I finally stared at everyone. Mum stared pointedly at my kimono but didn’t say anything. I saw the worry swirling in her eyes as she looked at me and so I turned my attention to dad who didn’t look different, he just stared, smiled and then looked at Ayo