Darcia and Ophelia are together this year. They thought that they would have to try and kill each other, but it's way worse. Spending the rest of your life with someone makes you want to kill them, or not... 373 years ago, Ophelia Morello went for the first time to R13. She had to travel all the way from Italy to New York; stayed there ever since. She thought that this time wouldn't be different. But it's worse than anything. She meets Darcia Dayanara.

Highest Ranks: #1 in They Both Die At The End 2/4/19 #1 in population control 2/4/19 #3 in distress- 8/2/18 #22 in short story collection- 1/1/19 |~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~| This story is by Adam Silvera. The cover is owned by Adam Silvera. • Stories may include spoilers. Reading They Both Die At The End beforehand is recommended, but not necessary to enjoy the book. |~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~| Within this book are one-shots that I wrote about TBDATE (I.e. certain characters get endings, an epilogue, theories that I have, etc.) and a story (description below) called The Afterlife in which Rufus and Mateo are taken on crazy adventures. |~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~| It was silent up here. Everything looked so peaceful down below, it was easy to imagine a world where nobody fought. Peace settled over my heart. "Yo, are you seeing this?" Rufus's voice crackled through the earpiece. I looked over at his hang glider and smiled warmly. "Yeah. It's beautiful." "Not as beautiful as you." I snorted, although that's exactly what I had been thinking about him. "Yeah, right. This place is more beautiful than everybody." 'Except you,' I wanted to add. "I was 'flirting', Mateo." "Right. My bad." He didn't respond. I listened to his breath and watched the beauty of The Afterlife go by... • The Afterlife seemed perfect at first. They were with their families again, they had an unlimited supply of activities to do, and they didn't have to worry about anything. That is, they didn't have to worry about anything until a mysterious girl showed up at their door with a note, telling them not to trust anyone and to find someone named Vincenzo Moretti... They had two options: Ignore the note and go make out in their new hot tub; or find Vincenzo and figure out what the hell was going on. Only, it wasn't that simple; after all, the entire fate of The Afterlife now rested upon their shoulders. Xoxo Bella L.

This Is all the information I have collected since discovering Wicca. I thought it might be nice to share. I hope it helps and teaches a few things. The sharing of information has always been a passion of mine. I love to research and learn as much as I possibly can, so I hope that I can pass all of my knowledge on to others. I welcome all who want to read it, whether you're Wiccan and want to give it a look or just curious about the religion. "...knowledge is the food of the soul." -Plato. Blessed Be!