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Grayson fished his phone out of his bag and turned on its torch function. A light shone down on the lumps. Now he could see that there were two male bodies lying on the extended sofa bed. He moved his phone up until the light shone on the sleeping faces. A sharp laugh left his lips before he could stop it. On the sofa, Jamal stirred and flung his leg over Junming’s thigh. Grayson covered his mouth to muffle his chuckling. He stepped back, positioned his phone, and took a picture of the two men.

He looked down at the photo with amusement as a smile danced across his lips. They had done enough work today. A break was what they rightfully deserved. That and a tweet.

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Trying my hand at a webnovel while dealing with this neck nerve injury...

“Go!” Vincent’s throat felt rough, but he squeezed out the command all the same. Somewhere behind him, he could hear the growl of the werewolf, its claws scratching threats against the wooden floorboards as it bounded towards him and the young policewoman. It was close enough for Vincent to make out its rough breaths.

No matter. He had to trust the police squad to take it out - it was flesh and bone after all, even if it was in a slightly unconventional four-legged package. He had his own appointment to make.

The “appointment” let its presence be known with a wild, bone-chilling screech, stumbling down the spiraling staircase three steps at a time, arms and tattered remains of clothes flailing at angles that made Vincent’s stomach churn. His visor outlined the Possession’s figure in fashionable hazard red — along with one of the subjects in the painted portraits on the scratch-ridden wall behind it. The visor thought, for a moment, then marked both with a helpful little asterisked “unknown”.

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"It was a matter of fact that Anastasia was going to be married to Prince Philipe, Anastasia wasn’t hers, and she would never be. It was only a fantasy that Evangeline wanted to come true."

Afterwards, I see some more memories. My parents wondering why there was so many pests in the house even after everything they've done, meanwhile my sister and I feeding our "pets". The time we moved to the house. My bro and I with our imaginary friend Mr. Bubbles. He was really smart and helped us out a lot with our homework. Now that I got a better look at it, Mr. Bubbles looked like a horribly scarred monster covered in blisters. Wait a sec, why could both of us see him if he was imaginary?

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Things had to turn out okay in the long run, right? Maybe jail wasn’t as bad as he heard. Maybe it got a bad reputation! Unfortunately, he couldn’t know for sure without talking to someone with first-hand experience.

Fortunately, his roommate, who did have first-hand experience, walked into the room.

“Hey, Aiden!”

Aiden looked surprised at first, then tired.

Leon continued. “You’ve been locked up before. What’s it like? Was it better than you expected? Were there things about it that you liked more than you thought you would like?”

The taller ranger squinted. “...You know I broke outta there, right?”

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A snippet of the chapter i'm adding today:

"Zami slipped a little further as Zan reached out and grabbed her sleeve. He hobbled further forwards and took her hand, locking his fingers around hers. He cried as he dragged her up toward him and he held her for a moment. His heart was racing and his breathing heavy, yet he heard nothing except the sound of the wind's roar.

Zan got to his feet and dragged Zami up with him, and they carried on down the other side. The southern side was easier, and the wind wasn't quite as ferocious near the bottom. They sat at the base to gather themselves and Zan looked across the river. The waves crashed against the harbour side, and further upstream there was, in the distance, the ferry house with the lampposts lighting the quayside. Rain dripped off the end of his nose and he sniffed, wiping the tip which was stone cold to touch."

Marcel got in the way by throwing a garbage can at their feet. What seemed like triumph for this bully turned to fear as he looked Victor square in the eye. It was too hard to explain, but he could literally hurt anyone who got in his way just by the expressions on his face and how intimidating his green eyes were. Marcel took a deep breath, stepped back and let them pass.

Lester didn't say anything but he too had noticed Victor's sinister look. A few minutes later, he tried to thank him. But since he didn't feel comfortable talking to him, he just smiled at the sky.

A new episode :grin:



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