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Ynnah I couldn’t believe everything that I just found out about Liza and Calisse. It was like a broken record that my memory repeatedly recalled everything Eron had said. I can't believe it. I don't want to believe. If it's all just a dream, please! I want to wake up! I can no longer do what I know! I can no longer sink all the revelations into my brain! Everything that I just found out is so fucking frustrating! "Say hello to hell, Francine."

" To never go back." He took the flag off his shoulder and slowly touched its tip on one of the lights on the candle stand. The fire caught on the flag started spreading slowly as it burnt the flag of the United States of America. Without a word, he walked out of the table and headed to a bowl where he dropped the flag and let it burn. Then, he returned to the table. With a wicked smile, he said " the mighty eagle shall fly no more for the reaper shall reap the eagle. " He smiled again. " The time has come. Let the game begin." Positioned on a part of the wall, a small camera recorded the events of the moment.

My mental health was too precious to risk another breakdown Scott is Dylan's father and no one else is. I finalized in my mind, stopping any impending mental battle. I came out of my reverie as Leo snapped his fingers infront of my face. "Huh?" I gasped. "We're getting late." Leo stated. "Oh," was all I could get myself to say, "Lets go then," "Mom your ice cream, it's all melted," Dylan stated pointed at the drenched cone in my hands. I frowned and stared at the ice cream in my hands, the entire top was gone. I raised my eyebrow and looked at Dylan who was giggling.

, FIGHT BACK! My mind told me, so I tried to free myself again, and harder than ever before, but indeed I was nothing but a dumpling, a fragile, pathetic dumpling, so no matter how I tried to let him move away from me, he didn't let go, and when I was tired of trying, and he knew I was weak, he moved yet again closer to me, and....and fu...fucking made us...made us...inches...inches apart What? WHAT!!!...WHAT THE HECK WAS LITERALLY HAPPENING!!!

“Have a good evening.” It’s all he says before pumping his wings and then rising into the sky so that he mixes with the bats and airplanes that hover high above, and it is only when he is out of sight that I move and lean against the banister so I can stare down at the city below. “Fuck,” I growl, brushing my hand along my face while my anger continues to ebb and flow. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Ciaran?” ‘Don’t you know.’

No deliveries were scheduled for Sundays, yet here they were—clear signs of movement. Meekey crouched by a dumpster and waited. Sure enough, thirty minutes later, a beat-up gray van rolled down the alley, paused at the door, and honked twice. The back opened from the inside. Fast hands passed out crates—marked “Equipment” in bold stencil. She wasn’t close enough to see what was really in them, but she knew it wasn’t jump ropes. Drugs. Maybe weapons. Maybe both. Same old Drew. But cleaner and Smarter.

she asked in a trembling voice, the word barely escaping her lips. Her heart raced, and her hands shook as tears began to spill from her eyes, blurring her vision. The floodgates of emotion had opened, and she couldn’t stop the torrent of grief and confusion that poured out. The world she had known—her life with Lucas, the dreams they had shared—was now tainted with a truth she could hardly bear.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

****** The rain followed Elara like a curse. It chased her across the city, drumming against the windshield in relentless waves, blurring the roads until everything around her looked like watercolor bleeding into darkness. She kept both hands on the wheel, knuckles white, heart pounding in rhythm with the storm. She didn’t stop driving until the entrance of the safe-house parking garage appeared An underground space beneath a modest apartment building in a quieter district. Nothing fancy. Nothing traceable to Damien. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. At least… for now.

Removing the quilt from her face, she let out a small yawn, sleeping clearing from her eyes. The sun rays penetrated through the glass window before clashing with her Hazel eyes, causing the golden in them to sparkle. The burden of her trauma was bit lowered than usual, and then it hit her. She had Theodore's sandalwood scent all over her. The yesterday night came crashing down at her, causing different feelings to emerge.