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The Entangled Fates

It is said that angels and demons walk on Earth in human forms. But what if it's not just a myth and they actually are present around us, keeping a low profile? What if it's the boy you bully in school, or the girl who always keeps to herself in class are not humans and waiting to creep into your dreams. What if it's a girl who always tops the class and her brainiac image is actually a part of her superpowers, the bullied boy is keeping chains around his ire, not letting his unstable powers to unleash and the world doesn't lack such beings. Aden and Amara are such two lost souls which are fated to be together. But is it really that simple for them to be together? Or destiny has something else written for them. What will happen if these two finally cross each other's path after walking for decades on Earth. Or is it really the first time they will run into each other? -------- Other books of the author: •My Little Sunshine [Completed] •The Return Of The Beguiling Beauty [On-going] •Tales Of Love [On-going] You can join the discord server for updates and picture references: https://discord.gg/tHARRPX Instagram: dumdum.007 Twitter: _dumdum007 Facebook: facebook.com/dumdumwrites *P.S.! The cover DOESN'T belongs to me. Credit goes to the original artist!*

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Are You Drunk?

~•Amara•~

"F@*#!"

This was all that I could manage to say as soon as my eyes ended up landing on the open notebook which was resting on the retractable arm of my seat. I blinked my eyes a couple of times with the hopes that things might turn out to be different. 

Every fiber in my body was begging the Deities up there, asking them to help me in the situation. I was wishing for the time to revert back to the moment when I had taken out my notebook, and stop me from flipping through the pages mindlessly. It would be much more beneficial if I could send my present self to the past, just so I could force my fumbling fingers to a stop.

I gulped down a mouthful of saliva to wet my dry throat, but it was of no use since I lacked the courage to reply to him. I slowly pushed my tongue forward and traced it over my lips. Drawing in a long, deep breath, I finally looked up from the black and gray toned page to him.