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			<title>Chapter Five: Dancing Alone </title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;You know this castle right? Like what is where, and who is what?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Pardon your majesty?&amp;rdquo; Pip looked completely lost. &amp;ldquo;Do you know where my room is?&amp;rdquo; I rephrase slowly. &amp;ldquo;You're chambers? Of course. But I am not aloud to grace its presence or be anywhere near ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Chapter OneI hurriedly get out of my car and head towards the building knowing very well that I was late and a mess.I comb out my bed head with my fingers quickly, while at the same time pulling out my phone to check the time. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;11:50 it read, and I sped up, already knowing that Dr. Cyre w..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>PROLOGUEI stare down at his moon lit face, worried.He's shaking underneath my grasp.&quot;Livia,&quot; he says. His voice is soft.I run the palm of my hand down his cheek, feeling the cold tears that have managed to escape without me knowing.I smile bitterly.&quot;It's alright now Jere.&quot; I kiss his eyelid lightly ..</description>
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			<title>JERE</title>
			<description>JERE</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four: The K and the Q</title>
			<description>The king was a hairy man. Both harboring a beard and mustache, he walts in with a definite air of royalty.Surprisingly, he looked very young.For a father I mean.His golden hair, which contrasted from mine, was neatly brushed to the side. He wore something slightly more appealing than my getup and hi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three: The Arrival</title>
			<description>As soon as I step through the palace doors, Narra disappears from beside me.I panic slightly.&quot;Hey Nare, where'd you go? Narra?&quot;&quot;She's here,&quot; the voice in my head says.I jerk back before realizing.&quot;So you were the voice in my head!&quot; I exclaim. &quot;Why are you talking in third person?&quot;&quot;No reason.&quot; She an..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two: Prince Charming </title>
			<description>It feels like we walked for ages before the blank background around us started to change. At first endless amounts of white nearly drove me insane, then a tinted blue color started to paint the white above us. Green started to appear at our feet turning into grass. Trees appeared, wildlife, a stone ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: Eli Awakes</title>
			<description>I woke to brightness. Brighter and whiter than the sun itself. Almost blinding me, I kept my eyes shut, sure that this was my journey to the afterlife. The only thing I wasn't sure of was how I ended up dead.&amp;nbsp;Eyes still shut, I felt myself sit up. For a minute I just sat there, contemplating wh..</description>
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			<title>NARRAtor</title>
			<description>***Eli Depture, a boy in his teens,
opened a book, and fell in between,
His story path is simple, he must play as the prince,
and woo every princess, ever know since.***</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>They grabbed me from all sides, pulling me in all directions. One yells, the other spit's on my face growling.&quot;You didn't follow procedure,&quot; they hummed.&quot;I didn't.&quot; I agree, gritting my teeth. &quot;You can't run or hide from us, did you know?&quot;I snarl, looking them straight in the eye. &quot;I've already ran...</description>
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			<title>Runaway</title>
			<description>&quot;The last thing I thought before I was enclosed in darkness was that I forgot. Those who run away from danger, are the last to get caught.&quot;
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			<title>Insane </title>
			<description>Insane</description>
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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>Chapter Ten&quot;What?&quot;Anna flashed me her fake smile.&quot;You don't have to hide it anymore. The whole school knows.&quot;I defensively position Esme behind me.&quot;The whole school knows what?&quot; I snarl.&quot;That she has cancer. It's no wonder she covers her face all the time and hides behind you.&quot;I try to stop her but ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>Chapter NineMore than a week has gone by and Esme has yet to leave the hospital. She was supposed to leave several days ago. But the doctor said something came up and needs to be monitored for a couple of more days. The time is agonizing, just waiting.I've talked to Mrs. Fostis and she has assured m..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>Chapter Eight&quot;Have you seen, Esme? A girl with thick glasses and mix matched clothes? Black hair?&quot;&amp;nbsp;Around the corner, I watch as Austin asks multiple people about where Esme's whereabouts are. This infuriates me to know end, especially when the damn guy could just come straight to me and ask. H..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>Chapter SevenAt school the next day, as usual, Esme and I walked in side to side, drawing attention as always. She clung to my arm desperately in her everyday anxious manner that I was already used too. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Are they staring?&quot; she whispered timidly.&quot;As always.&quot; I reply. &quot;Nothing different. They're..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>Chapter SixIt's been a month in since Esme and I had started dating...hmm sorry, fake dating. But what's the difference really? We might as well right? We walk everyday to school together, with my arm over her shoulder. I make her laugh countless times. I've taken her on fake dates, movies, mall tri..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Chapter fiveThe next day, Esme and I walk into the building arm in arm, pretending not to notice the backward stares turned on us. I whisper slowly in her ear, still smiling for show.&amp;nbsp;&quot;So far so good, what do you think?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I think this is completely stupid.&quot; She muttered.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Why? It's no..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Chapter FourThe next morning, I parked opposite from her house, willing her to come outside. Jen was pleased by it though, probably thinking I was here for her. No, I needed to see Esme.It was past eight now, and Jen had come and gone telling me I'm wasting my time if not for her. I didn't pay mind ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Chapter 3After last block and the bell rang, in the hall, &amp;nbsp;Jen stalked up to me in her denim jeans and pumps.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Hey Claudey. Miss me?&quot;&amp;nbsp;I dodge past her,&amp;nbsp;&quot;Not a chance.&quot;&amp;nbsp;She continues to prey me.&amp;nbsp;&quot;How was this mornings drive with my bore of a sister, huh?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I drove h..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter TwoThe hallways are empty as we pass through. It&amp;rsquo;s to be expected though when arriving to school an hour late.The bell rings.&amp;ldquo;We&amp;rsquo;re late for first period.&amp;rdquo; I tell her. &amp;ldquo;That was the half bell. Class lets out in another twenty minutes.&amp;rdquo;Esme nods.&amp;ldquo;Sorr..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Chapter 1Jen, in a frantic motion, walked up to me. Her hips swayed in time with her footsteps. With her hands on her hips, she stopped in front of me.&amp;ldquo;What is it?&amp;rdquo; I snap, annoyed by her presence.She smiles flirtatiously ignoring the hostile sound of my voice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Blindly Irresistible </title>
			<description>&quot;I love you because I can see for you.&quot; 

Most of all, I can see you, like you see me.&quot;

&quot;Like what?&quot; she ask softly now.

I smile cunningly. 

&quot;Blindly irresistible.&quot;</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&quot;Tin! Tin com'ere look!&quot;&amp;nbsp;Vivian pulled me towards our boarded up window, that faced the street. Through the breach in between the boards we could still see what's happening in the outside world compared to in here.&amp;nbsp;&quot;They're taking the Albert's! That's right next door!&quot;&amp;nbsp;Every cell in m..</description>
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			<title>part 5</title>
			<description>EDENI lay in bed when I heard the front door slam shut. Already I could feel his presence. The sound of his familiar footsteps always caused my heart to beat in time with them. &amp;nbsp;They were fast, hurried. Levi always seemed just as anxious to be with me as I am to be with him. It&amp;rsquo;s one of t..</description>
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			<title>part 4</title>
			<description>Scene 4&amp;ldquo;There&amp;rsquo;s one thing I need to do to make you officially mine.&amp;rdquo; I tell her, staring into those confused green eyes. &amp;ldquo;One thing that I have been dying to do since when I first met you Eden.&amp;rdquo;Eden&amp;rsquo;s grasp on my hands tightened.&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; she answered.In..</description>
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			<title>Part 3</title>
			<description>Scene 3Life is surprisingly different when you are not just one person, but two. You see in two points of views, you act and react in two points of views, and your world perspective is&amp;nbsp;miraculously cut into two. Eden and&amp;nbsp;I are one of the same. This not&amp;nbsp;meaning that we think alike, but..</description>
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			<title>Part 2</title>
			<description>Scene 2&amp;ldquo;Levi, she wants you. You need to get here now, she&amp;rsquo;s on the verge of a panic attack again.&amp;rdquo; Mr. Morri strained voice poured out through my speaker.I didn&amp;rsquo;t think twice about jumping out of bed only half dressed and grabbing the first pair of clothes I see and sprintin..</description>
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			<title>Part 1</title>
			<description>Scene 1&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I want to hold you, Eden.&amp;rdquo; Levi told her softly.Eden&amp;rsquo;s face twisted into a horrified expression. She shook her head, but her eyes never left his. Little goose bumps trailed her exposed arms, and the smell of fear radiated off of her like fire. Yet in those eyes somewh..</description>
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			<title>Hold me Forever</title>
			<description>You can't love Eden without needing her every second to breathe, her needing you every second to breathe. 
You can't love Eden if she doesn't love you. Her loving you is the ultimate love of all.  
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; PrologueOutside the window, multiple gunshots are fired. People cry, scream, beg in the streets as the world goes up in flames around them. Cars go flying above heads like planes. Planes ricochet out of the sky and crash to the ground like cars. Everything is chaos to the max and no one can e..</description>
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			<title>Less Chaos</title>
			<description>Grey men walk, attack, force people out into the streets where they beg not to be killed. In that moment, they are. 
Invisible guns are pointed at them.
The grey men continue to walk.
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			<title>Chapter 23</title>
			<description>Chapter Twenty ThreeThe next day, I arrived to work much later than usual. In that extra time that I had, I slept. Today, felt as if to have too many demons swarming around. Dad was in my dreams again. He called out to me. It looked as if he were begging. Begging for what? I don't know, and quite fr..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 22</title>
			<description>Chapter Twenty-TwoThe next morning, I impatiently waited for Wenn to wake up. When he did, I didn't even wait for him to sit up before I barreled him with questions.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Having a hangover of hell?&quot;He groaned.&amp;nbsp;&quot;God it sucks.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I bet it does.&quot; I answered back. &quot;Seeming I had to get over it..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 21</title>
			<description>Chapter Twenty-OneI sat up groggily with my head pounding like a typhoon. Darkness registered. I dimly remember seeing multiple Fay's and then passing out in the car. Wenn was behind the wheel saying something about Fay and something cocky I bet. Speaking about Wenn, I shot straight up and looked ar..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 20</title>
			<description>Chapter Twenty&amp;nbsp;&quot;Can you please slow down? God Wenn, we'll crash into everything at this rate!&quot; I crossed my arms and grunted at the windshield.Wenn just shrugged off my 'tude' and smiled cockily.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Damn your grumpy.&quot; he stated.&amp;nbsp;&quot;You don't say?&quot; I reply sarcastically.I rolled my eyes an..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 19</title>
			<description>Chapter NineteenI think back to yesterday and realize that I had completely gone beezerk. I'm lying in the backseat of my car, as the first rays of sun appear, and just think.Greg slapped Fay.&amp;nbsp;I don't even know if she's okay. She could still be lying on that same exact spot, alone, crying with ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 18</title>
			<description>Chapter eighteenWenn, Fay and I approach a two story, manor looking building. Both Wenn and I stop, astonished. Fay, probably used to being locked up in this house, doesn't hesitate as she walk across the darken lawn of her yard, first checking to make sure Greg wasn't here. He wasn't.&quot;Come on boys...</description>
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			<title>Chapter 17</title>
			<description>Chapter Seventeen.&amp;nbsp;I parked the car a block away from her house, in case Greg was paroling the yard.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Lets wait for Wenn to get here,&quot; Fay advised. &quot;I don't want to leave you here alone.&quot;&amp;nbsp;I roll my eyes.&amp;nbsp;&quot;I'd be fine you know. I'm a grown man, I'm not afraid of the dark.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;S..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 16</title>
			<description>Chapter SixteenI breathed a huge sigh of relief when Fay finally came to. She woke in Beatrice's bedroom where we all crowded around her for the time she's been out. During that time, I couldn't help but worry about Greg finding out we are here and how the longer we stay here, the longer we're riski..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 15</title>
			<description>Chapter Fifteen&amp;nbsp;I rang the bell, as Fay hid behind me in the shadows of the front porch. She was still stiff from the whole Greg thing, but somehow I managed to get her here.&quot;I don't like this Dom,&quot; she tells me nervously. &quot;I mean, we hardly know this woman and... and she could be even more cra..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 14</title>
			<description>Chapter FourteenWe walked onto the court yard surrounded by suffocating scenery of green and many other colors. Fay, still hooked to my side, didn't fail to show how relieved she felt now that I was here talking to her in person instead of over the phone.&quot;We have so much catching up to do.&quot; she exci..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 13</title>
			<description>Chapter Thirteen&amp;nbsp;&quot;Boss, I'm at the Ranch Resort. It's past six, where is he?&quot; I ask him through the phone.&quot;Are you sure you're in the lobby, because if you miss him then you won't have a job to come back to. Find him or else!&quot; Thomas hangs up on me and I'm left to fend for myself.I walk up to t..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 12</title>
			<description>Chapter TwelveWe ended up in Henderson at 11 am in the morning. Wenn had taken the wheel a couple of hours before so I can rest for a while, and it was when I emerged from my slumber that I realized we were passing the road me and Fay had first met.&quot;How far are we?&quot; I asked groggily.&quot;Um well, not fa..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 11</title>
			<description>Chapter ElevenI'm in the car on the way to Los Vegas with Wenn in the passenger seat phoning through my music tapes and anything else he could get his hands on.&quot;How much longer Dom?&quot; We've been in this car for hours.&quot; Wenn whined profoundly.&quot;Just four more hours, give or take a few okay?&quot;Wenn groane..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>Chapter TenThe sky was starting to brighten. I groggily sat up in my desk chair and sluggishly began to organize all the typed reports into my suit case. My head is throbbing. The rising sun in my face is not helping. I reluctantly got up to search for my phone. I need to call Wenn to come pick me u..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>Chapter EightDays pass and I worry that Fay may never call. To add on that, dad keeps showing up. I keep hallucinating my dad staring back at me when I least expect it. For example, at work yesterday, when Wen and I were secretly hanging out in his custodian office for lunch and playfully arguing my..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>Chapter Seven&quot;List, where's that stock marketing application I had you write a report about. It's supposed to be due now.&quot;&quot;Right here sir,&quot; I say shuffling through the piles of papers on my desk.&quot;Oh, and will it kill you to get organized? You're living like a clustered pig!&quot; says my boss.&quot;This is as..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>Chapter SixI jerked awake after hitting the ground. Rolling onto my back I groaned and blinked away the sleep from my eyes. The floor's cold but I still hesitate to get up. My alarm clock reads 5 o'clock. I have almost like a half hour to get dressed and down to work. I sluggishly get up and see my ..</description>
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			<title>chapter 5</title>
			<description>Chapter FiveI wake up beaded in sweat. I couldn't seem to control my ragged breathing and I was shaking hysterically. I look around franticly to see that I'm still at the dining table. Left over take out was pushed to the side and a trail of drool was left where my face had lain. My gaze fell to the..</description>
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