The first and second chapter

The first and second chapter

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Just sharing the first and second chapter of my book The Fate Of the Sheep Part one
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Based off Hotel Transylvania. Short story. Romance. Book 1 - Zinged Fate. Could be read independently if you truly wanted to, but I'd recommend reading the first book. - I rush through the forest on foot, Emery right behind me as I panic. "Dennis!" I yell out and Emery stops me. "You need to calm down, your panicking." I glare at him and shove his hands off. "Really?" I push forward and keep calling my sons name out. I breathe heavily as I let out a small sob. How'd this happen? How did he slip away with Winnie without anyone at the party seeing? Emery grabs my shoulders and squeezes them as I felt my knees buckle below me-I press my hands into my eyes, "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have lost it on mom or Johnny." I brush my hair away from my sweaty and tear stained face as I twist my face to look around us. "We have to keep looking. He has to be somewhere." Emery silently pulls me in and holds me to him. I felt any of what I had left blocking my emotions out break as I let out a sob and more followed as I balled up my brothers jacket in my hands. How could I let this happen, why'd I agree to invite that sick man to my sons birthday. God why. "Emery we-we have to keep going." I pull away and drag him with me as I focus on the task at hand, a freezing hand coming up from my side as I wipe my tears with my hand roughly.

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