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Character Info: It’s so peaceful down here. The rippling water around me flows around my skin. A cool caress, it washes away all my fatigue, and all my worries. My eyes are closed loosely - just enough that the seawater can’t come in. It hasn’t bothered me anymore for a long time, but I still don’t like how dry my eyes get when I leave. Sunken sand, helpless against the whims of the tide’s highs and lows, cushions my crossed legs and backside. I focus on my heartbeat. Slow, rhythmic, relaxed. My lungs are still well within their comfort zone. My friends still don’t know how I can sink ever so slowly with lungs full of air. They theorize my body is just dense enough for it. Maybe bone density? I don’t know what kind of food I’ve eaten to make strong bones, but I do know that I never broke any bones. Maybe muscle mass? I don’t think I’m very muscular, I just do simple bodyweight exercises in my room. Heh, maybe it’s my hair. My hair, my pride, my life project. Long enough to

Chapter 11 Julie's View - Final Part The sympathetic Olga had turned into an executioner, finally exposing her true self. Julie couldn't believe what was happening; she obeyed Flora's instructions and fastened her seatbelt without understanding why. Olga presses a button next to the door of the Gulfstream G650; an alarm goes off, and the door opens. The peturbating moment happens: the interior of the plane fills with wind, and Julie holds on to her seat while her short hair flutters; she is barely able to keep her eyes open. The door began to close, and her hair settled down. Everything was quiet once again. Julie removed her seatbelt and stood up. Olga was no longer there. What had happened? What was all that about? Did Olga jump? Julie asks herself, but without time to organize her thoughts. Flora interrupts: "Julie? Julie? Are you all right?" Flora asks in a worried voice. "Yes...! I thought... we were going to fall!" Julie replies, terrified. "We're still going

-"Bordel, ne me dit pas que j'ai fait cela" dis-je en réveillant Lou, qui ouvre son œil et m'embrasse -"***Comment ça va?***" me demande Lou avec des signes un peu lent car elle est encore a moitié endormie -"Pour le moment j'ai peur, est ce que je suis comme je pense??" dis-je avec peur -"***Comment cela?***" -"Je suis comme Rubi? sans rien c'est bien cela? car je ne sens plus mes jambes" -"***Oui, je t'ai porté hier soir, tu étais à coté de Rubi, et quand j'ai fini mon travail, tu étais un peu saoule et j'ai du prendre tes chaussures dans mon sac et te prendre dans mes bras pour te ramener***" -"Ohhh merde, l'alcool n'est vraiment pas mon ami" -"***Tu pensais finir comment? car tu ne peux pas faire revenir tes bras, donc c’était forcement tes jambes ou au moins une, non?***" -"Oui tu as raison, je suis stupide" -"***Pourquoi? je suis là, cela ne me dérange pas que tu sois comme cela, surtout si cela te permet de t'aider à te comprendre et te permettre de répondre à tes questions qui

Synopsis Was Nadia rescued or kidnapped? A powerful organization is behind this great mystery. After the latest events, Julie is still recovering, but Sarah and Flora are ready and will once again be recruited to solve this mystery. With few allies, and not knowing who to trust, along with their physical limitations, they will face dangers, traps, and many surprises along the way. Sarah and Flora need to find Nadia and prevent a major disaster from happening while being hunted by Michaella and mercenaries. Time is against them; Nadia could wake up at any moment and tell everyone everything she knows. The enemy has acted, and Sarah decides to attack to survive! Coming soon

Azena awoke to a mysterious sound, not unlike pots and pans being slammed together. She threw her blanket aside and padded out to the living room. “Talk about a role reversal.” She muttered. “Hmm?” Xio glanced up at her, but didn’t stop hammering. Azena looked across the trashed living room. This must be how Xio felt when she destroyed her study right after he cleaned it. Then she realized, no, it wasn’t trashed just very full. She rubbed her eyes. “What is all of this?” “The new table, the new couch, and our new, modern cooking appliances.” “You went out and bought all of this by,” She glanced at the wall clock. “Nine a.m.?” Xio turned up his nose. “I made the table. I bought everything else.” “I think that’s worse, actually.” Azena stepped over and checked out the new cookware. Xio had bought a blender, a coffee maker, a knife set, a casserole dish, and a tin for cupcakes or muffins. They were sitting atop a completely new table that seemed really nice for something he had made