Hello My Brother (Book 1) - PTX
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He and I were different. He was in an a cappella group, he can sing and has loyal fans as well as 5 best friends. I was in a terrorist group, I was taught to kill everyone and I specialise in a knife as well as a gun. But we have the same blood and DNA. We are brother and sister, we look alike but are not alike. Our pasts still haunt us both, we have both tried to run away but failed. The last thing Scott needed was for me to show up... Ella Hoying.
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Scott finds himself trapped, looping around and around in a never ending time warp. The day August ninth repeats again and again, and he can't find a way to escape. He meets Kevin, a traveler who has been stuck in the loop for years but has never seen another. Realizing there may be more, they set out to find others. Never ending friendships will be made as two new friends set out to find others just like them; t r a p p e d i n t i m e. "Maybe whatever caused that repetition knew that we were all meant to be together. Like somehow, there's this invisible tether holding us together, one that can't be broken. And we were in the repetition just so we met each other, because we were meant to be together every day after that. We're a family," Scott said, "and I'll always run to them."Concluida
I Promise - Scömìche
"Mitch's mom left me a letter before she passed away. I just got it today, and I'd like to read it to everyone." I unfold the paper, and I clear my throat. "Dear Scott, I always knew you and Mitch would end up together. I know we never officially met, but Kirstie told me all about you. She said that you and Mitch will love each other and will be perfect together. If that's true, Scott, I want you to promise me a couple of things. I want you to promise me that you'll always make Mitch happy, whether it's in a marriage, relationship, or friendship. I want you to promise you'll never give up on him. He needs some stability in his life, Scott, and I'm hoping you'll be his rock. I want you to promise me that he can trust you in good times and in bad. I want you to promise me that he continues singing. The last promise is this: promise to love and cherish him forever. Can you promise me these things, Scott? Can you promise to love him for the rest of your years?" Tears start to swell in Mitch's eyes. I walk down to where he's sitting and I wipe the tears escaping from his eyes. I take his hands and kiss them, and I whisper into his ear two words. "I promise."Concluida
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I'm in the wrong bed. I guess that means I'm on tour. I could have sworn tour ended a week ago, but I'm too tired to figure that out right now. I clutch my vaguely familiar hotel pillow closer and squeeze my eyes against the morning light. My arms feel small. My whole body seems wrong, like the gap from a missing tooth. My alarm sounds and I jab at my iPhone. Eight in the morning, the little screen tells me. What happened to my phone? Why am I using my old one? How did I even get here?
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