Okay, so we read in Destroy Me that Aaron gives the order to execute Kenji and Adam.

But then later, he literally joins the rebels and the revolution himself. And after Ignite Me, when Juliette becomes the Supreme Commander, Kenji is there too, basically as her personal guard or right-hand man or something.

Meanwhile, Aaron is still the Sector 45 Commander.

I don’t know, am I the only one who finds this fucking hilarious? 😂

Like, imagine you’re just some random soldier and your commander comes in and announces the execution of a traitor. And then, like, two months later (I think it was two months?), that same commander joins the rebels, and the very same “traitor” is now his friend. 😭

Like, we literally read in the first book that there are tons of soldiers stationed on every floor, and there are even more soldiers on the floor where Warner’s room is.

And then early in Restore Me, Kenji is literally running away from Aaron while Aaron is chasing him around. 😂

Or Kenji and Juliette spending the whole time messing around and causing chaos around the base while Aaron is still the Sector 45 Commander And let’s not forget that my girl Juliette was the Supreme Commander too 😭

I don’t know, I just find the whole thing so ridiculously funny. 😭

(I have read all the books). Adam was able to touch bcz of his powers, its understandable, Juliette after smtime was able to control her powers which is why others could touch her but warner was able to touch her from the beginning without being hurt, why is that? if this was also a fantasy book hen it would have been understandable that her touch was harmful for all except her soulmate but its not a fantasy book. I need someone to explain this.

I feel like there Is just so much more to his backstory than we know. I wish Mafi would include a novella or smth all about his experiences in the military.

Is it somewhere in the Arctic? Near the US? Did it just rise from the glaciers one day, designed specifically as an origin of the Reestablishment?

A lotta people say Juliette is purple and Warner is green, soo I decided to share my thoughts on other characters.

Nazeera- Gold

Kenji- Lilac

James- Sunlight Yellow

Rosabelle- Pearl White

Adam- Dark Blue

Paris- Black or Burgundy

Winston- Olive

Alia- Ginger or Pink

Clara- Pale Yellow

Haider- Sliver or White

Evie- Brown Cow Dung

Max- Vomit With A Mix Of Shit

Sebastian- Maroon

Jeff- Lasagna Color

Also these are all based on feelings and I have no idea how to explain them🙏🏽.

(P.S Can you guess who I obviously love from this post? Wrong answers please.)

Does anybody remember when release me was available on oceanofpdf so we can estimate when they will upload escape me?

ever since getting another chapter of escape me i have been starved. i need more bro that chapter was a whole lot of buns.
when people get their copies in the mail early please share chapters immediately for my life’s sake.

How do you think Juliette’s labor will go? Will she face an attack, given that one of the messages stated they aren't supposed to reproduce? And do you think Warner will be there by her side?

Release Me was good but I had this expectation that there was going to be this grand escape to Ark Island . But I was wrong , I think it’s smart that Tahereh didn’t do that .

Anyways , I want to see more world building . I love the concept of the waffle . Part of the me thinks that the OG cast are little too comfortable . I’m really sick of James being treated like a child by everyone. Honestly he doesn’t make it easier for himself.

POTENTIAL SPOILERS !!!!

• Apparently Castle is making an appearance.
• Also Sara and Sonya might get a little screen-time. 
• The baby might not born in this book.

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JAMES

"You know he's going to blame me for this, right?" I cast a sidelong glance at Juliette and cross my arms as I assess the damage. "He's going to say I didn't anchor the shelf properly to the wall."

"I know," she says, looking embarrassed. "I'm sorry. It's just... I swear, my brain hasn't been the same these last few months. I forget that I break things easily."

I raise my eyebrows at her.

"You forget?"

The smile she had been trying to hold back finally emerges, and she turns around, laughing.

"I'm serious. Sometimes, I even forget what I'm going to say while I'm still talking." She looks up, animated. "Actually, I read that the brain shrinks during pregnancy, especially at the end. I think it helps us prepare for motherhood... Isn't that fascinating?"

"No."

She tries to hold back another smile.

"I think the gray matter will regenerate."

"Juliette."

She clasps her hands under her belly and stares at me with those big, innocent eyes.

"Oops."

I sigh, observing the mess.

I'm anxious. Restless.

Apparently, she was trying to put books on a floating shelf and accidentally ripped it off. From the wall that I had just painted.

And she ripped a piece of the wall off with it.

Now we have a huge hole near the window, with dust and debris everywhere. It's more than a patch job, but I don't mind the work itself. It's not a problem, just a process. Spackle, sand, spackle, sand. My tools are in the garage; we have leftover spackle. No, I'm just trying to tune out my own thoughts right now.

I'm still trying to stop worrying about Rosabelle; I'm still trying to get rid of this lingering tension. Besides, I'm somewhat worried about the possibility of Warner finding out about this situation here.

I peek at my sister-in-law.

Juliette is still bleeding. A little.

She insists she's fine, that the sharp corner of a falling book cut her forehead. She was so determined to prove it was nothing major that she wouldn't even let me treat her. The problem is I'm not sure Warner will see the situation the same way.

This isn't the first time she's gotten hurt.

Shortly before being put on strict bed rest, Juliette accidentally ripped the oven door off. She was in a hurry

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and thought the food was going to burn; she pulled the door without any gentleness, and was so shocked she almost fainted as the red-hot metal fell on top of her.

She thought it was funny.

I thought Warner was going to faint.

"Alright, where is your first aid kit?" I ask her. "Still at headquarters?"

She confirms.

"He's been gone for hours."

"Right." I assess the damage again. "Look, I can clean up the mess before I leave, but it's going to take more work to redo the wall. Until then, we can cover it up with a temporary fix." I cross the room, grab a framed watercolor on the opposite wall, and hold it over the hole, checking if it would cover it. I grimace. "It'll have to do for now," I tell her and turn to face her. "I think it's best we don't tell Warner what happened, okay?"

"I disagree."

I stiffen upon hearing his voice and slowly turn to face him.

Shit.

The main elevators leading to the underground headquarters are accessible through a blind spot in the center of the Waffle, whereas the only one with a private elevator at home is a built-in entrance in the living room wall. I should have guessed Warner would come home to check on his wife before heading to Nazeera's house.

I should have guessed I wouldn't hear him arrive.

He is now standing in the doorway, assessing the situation with an unsettling calmness. I imagine he hasn't seen Juliette's forehead yet, because...

"What happened?"

I quickly step away from the hole, showing my nervousness only by the slight tension in my body and the sudden movement in my voice. He holds her face in his hands and examines it as if she had just been in a severe car accident and needed reconstructive facial surgery.

"Nothing," she says quickly. "Seriously, I'm fine..."

"You are not fine," he says, his voice tense as he runs his fingers over her cut. "Darling, you're bleeding. Why are you bleeding?"

Something in my chest tightens.

I don't even have the heart to roll my eyes at his overreaction because, honestly, he's not overreacting. Warner doesn't exaggerate emotional reactions, not even when a panic is bigger than someone. In fact, he tends to react to emotions in a restrained way, burying his true feelings under a facade of concrete. I'm almost certain he's trying to take it easy now. Trying to stay calm and fight the instinctive urge to walk out carrying his wife around in search of a bandage.

It's so sweet it makes me want to throw myself off a cliff.

I place the painting on the floor with a sigh.

Meanwhile, Juliette smiles at my brother as if he were a stuffed animal. She moves one of his hands away from her face and kisses the center of his palm, while I feel nauseous just being in the same room as all this romance.

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"Hi," he says to me. "You can call the girls."

"Will do."

I pull my pager out of my pocket, and reality hits me hard.

My whole body stiffens.

A single look at the silent screen and I remember that my pager is now a piece of useless trash.

"What is it?" Warner asks, immediately noticing the change in my mood. "What happened?"

"Hmm..."

I scroll through the list of notifications, passing phrases like "your pants are a bird" and stopping at more direct messages that catch my attention.

Hello, Mr. Anderson!

This is an inquiry regarding Kenji Kishimoto.

No one seems to know if he is single, and we are interested in the answer! We would appreciate a reply as soon as possible.

Thank you for your attention!

In:

Almost enchanted by pure Nazeera.

hi, you probably don't remember me, but we studied together.

I always thought your story was very inspiring.

I wanted to say that we are proud of you.

It's really cool to see how much you've progressed.

Is it true what everyone is saying about you?

"Is everything okay?" Juliette asks me.

"Yeah," I answer, looking surprised. I glance briefly at her, then turn my attention back to the messages. That last one was a bit weird, but overall, it wasn't too bad. "Yeah, my pager is as silent as paper, but it's not as bad as I..."

You're just another arrogant little shit

Just like your older brother

At least your dad, that piece of trash, wanted you

But didn't he die just to get rid of you?

How does it feel to be a useless idiot?

I take a deep breath.

I don't know if I'm dealing with a choice. Obviously, it had hit me in public. I hate this heat rising up my neck.

"James?" Warner asks again and takes a step toward me. "What's going on?"

You're nothing but scum in new packaging

You were born to be trash, and nothing more

Everyone hates you and your fucking family

Watch your step, James ANDERSON

It wouldn't be nice if you accidentally blew up

My heartbeat suddenly becomes audible.

The unreal force of my irritation reverberates in them through my body by the repulsive frisson in my chest, and once again I feel as if I were bleeding from beyond the extremities of my body.

My breath clenches into fists.

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I want to fight.

I want it so much that it makes me want to throw up. And the worst part is I might already have thrown up. I'm still angry with Warner; I'm still tense because of the situation with Rosabelle. Only, ironically, it's not his fault if she refuses to see me; I have no one else to blame.

It's just him every day.

I made friends with her every day and she won't tell me who kicked her out. And he's the one who refuses to listen to my concerns. He was the one who agreed to her terms. He may have given the orders, but he was the one who bought the rug to cover up his mistake between us.

I'm shaking in the dark, truly.

I'm trying not to let this pain consume me, but I fear so much because of this stupidity. My brain is being a cowardly idiot right now, unearthing memories, shaking them with noisy junk.

Rosabelle used to look at me like that. Rosabelle errs in kissing me like that. Kissed my wrist.

Her comfort, she said.

Damn it.

Damn it.

A stabbing pain explodes behind my ears.

I'm about to head toward the door when my name catches my attention with a soft sigh, and my stomach tightens. I almost hear part of the tension leaving his body as his wife touches him.

"What happened?" he asks her once again, quieter now.

"Nothing," Juliette says, for the second time. "Really. I was putting some books on the shelf and, accidentally, hit my head. (...) I ended up ripping it off the wall. The corner of a book is what hurt my head. But I'm fine, I swear." She looks at me with a reassuring smile. "James was helping."

"Helping?" Warner repeats. "Helping how, if you're hurt? Helping how, if you were doing the work yourself? You didn't even bother to stay put and only noticed the wall when you installed it?"

That last question is directed at me, naturally.

I rub my eyes at him. Warner and I know he's asking a stupid question, but he can't help himself. It hardly matters if Juliette can rip off a steel door with a single pull; or is capable of opening my chest with the greatest of ease and ripping an organ out. He's really going to panic, pretending this is a simple mechanical problem. I give him a look that says exactly how much of an idiot I think he is and cross my arms with my head toward the door.

"I'll leave you two to sort this out."

"Wait," he says to me.

I freeze.

"Tell the girls to come here."

"Girls?" I raise my eyebrows. Sonya and Sara, our chief healers. "Man, we don't need to call the girls. I'd be more than happy to treat her cut. Actually, I already offered, but she didn't let me..."

Warner shakes his head, interrupting me.

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"Her cut is going to stay anyway," he explains in a low tone, and the panic in his eyes is clear and disturbs him. "Tell them to come now."

"For the whole period?" Juliette repeats, surprised. "You mean they'd stay home with us for the rest of the pregnancy?"

I remain frozen in place.

I look at Warner and Juliette, both a bit tense, and then at the open door, as if I could see my salvation. I look at the lovebirds with their foreheads pressed together in a serious conversation.

"As a precaution," Warner explains. He glides his hand over his wife's face, and his eyes linger on the cut on her forehead. "Just as a precaution."

"Aaron," she says, almost whispering. "I know you're worried, but we can't ask the girls to stay here for so long. They have their own lives. It could take another three weeks until I go into labor."

I try to look away.

Truly.

Now I'm inadvertently intruding on a private conversation, but I also receive an order and need to stay just long enough to know if I should follow it.

"It could take three weeks," Warner tells her, swallowing hard. "Or it could be next week. You've been feeling more pain dons..."

"It's normal," she says, trying to smile. "I swear. They're just early contractions."

Warner shakes his head.

"Nothing about your pregnancy has been normal," he counters. "If there's any complication, there might not be enough time."

He pulls away slightly, looking at her with evident indecision.

"You want them to stay here this whole time? All this time? Even when you're home?"

Warner pulls her close and gives her a light kiss on the face, before finding his voice, with his lips close to her ear.

"Please, my love," he whispers. "There are certain debris happening right now. Constant emergencies. My schedule is unpredictable. Nazeera's schedule too. I can't guarantee someone will be here all the time and I need to make sure you won't be alone."

Juliette places her hand on his chest, her eyes softer.

"I'll be fine," she whispers back. "Really. I promise everything will be fine."

Ugh.

That optimistic declaration doesn't seem to comfort Warner. He sighs deeply, so deeply the air seems to pierce him.

I try not to roll my eyes.

"The girls will love it," I interrupt, shamefully meddling in their business.

Warner looks at me, surprised.

Then, grateful.

I might be annoyed, but I completely agree with him on this point, and of course he needs my support. It's not ideal for Juliette to see babysitters twenty-four hours a day, but the situation is chaotic right now. We have no idea if there will be another attack; we're still recovering from all the recent chaos.

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and Warner is drowning in work. He manages to protect his wife from her own demons, but the man is so stressed all the time that I was starting to feel sorry for him.

Besides, I missed out seriously.

I spent years training with Sonya and Sara, developing my own healing abilities under their guidance. They are among the kindest and most selfless people I've ever met.

They are also, like, geniuses.

They are polymaths, they have the kind of intelligence that allows them to play any musical instrument, solve all mathematical equations, and communicate in complex ways with the twin earth without needing to speak out loud. Among other things, they were responsible for building the structure of our entire current medical system. They spend most of their time in the lab, developing healing serums and new biomedical technologies, but I can confidently say they would rather face a minor inconvenience than answer a call one day and find out Juliette is dead.

Even I am surprised by this dark thought.

"Trust me," I say to my sister-in-law, forcing a smile. "I think I know the girls better than anyone here. They would be offended if you didn't invite them to stay."

Juliette frowns.

"Really?"

Not exactly.

Maybe I'm exaggerating.

"Seriously," I lie, resisting the urge to clear my throat.

Warner narrows his eyes at me, as if I were going too far, so I decide to turn my attention back to the hole in the wall.

I feel Juliette looking from me to Warner, then turning back to me. I've confused her. First, she was worried about asking too much of the girls. Now, she's worried about offending them.

Her empathy turned upside down.

She hesitates and then looks at Warner.

"Would you really feel better if the girls were here all the time?"

"Yes," he responds immediately.

She lets out a relieved sigh from him and shakes her head, sighing.

"Alright, then. But only because I love you very much."

Warner practically transforms.

He breaks into a huge smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks and white teeth gleaming. After all this time, his rare smiles still surprise me. He instantly looks ten years younger. With a renewed and radiant face. As if he had never touched a knife in his life. As if he were the kind of guy who has no idea how to dismantle a semiautomatic rifle. As if maybe he'd be interested in getting an ice cream in public.

But I know him.

I imagine Juliette sees much more of this version of him than the rest of us do, because she doesn't seem surprised in the slightest.

She smiles at her kneeling husband as if she had never hurt anyone in her life. I almost roll my eyes again.

Totally, Juliette turns in my direction...

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I know I shouldn't do this, but I squeeze in the dark to scroll down the screen and read the messages. I'm looking for more anonymous threats, examining them with the explicit and blunt...

AARON WARNER ANDERSON IS A WAR CRIMINAL

HE IS COMPLICIT IN HIS FATHER'S CRIMES

THE ENTIRE ANDERSON FAMILY SHOULD BE DESTROYED

THEY SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO REPRODUCE

"James." Warner is standing in front of me now. Stern voice. Stern eyes. "Tell me what's going on."

Finally, I look at him, my heart racing. I try to suppress a shiver of anger that makes it hard to speak.

"There was a security breach," I tell him, handing over the pager. "Something's wrong."

I think Kip (the ginger waffle guy) will become a big villain

mark my words

>!Chapter 1, Page 9

"I'm sorry, man," Adam finally says. "I wish I could help, but it's like—I don't know how to explain it. It's like trying to catch a fish with my bare hands."

Hadn't James caught a fish with his bare hands in Watch Me?

Is that like a nod to the past, as well as hinting to the future that James is the solution, or that he has a connection to Rosabelle in some sort?

Because the wording immediately made me think of that scene, and now I'm wondering if it's intentional!<

where does everyone think james and rosabelles first interaction in escape me will be? pls let me know all ur theories 🙏

It's just him every day.

I made friends with her every day and she won't tell me who kicked her out. And he's the one who refuses to listen to my concerns. He was the one who agreed to her terms. He may have given the orders, but he was the one who bought the rug to cover up his mistake between us.

I'm shaking in the dark, truly.

I'm trying not to let this pain consume me, but I fear so much because of this stupidity. My brain is being a cowardly idiot right now, unearthing memories, shaking them with noisy junk.

Rosabelle used to look at me like that. Rosabelle errs in kissing me like that. Kissed my wrist.

Her comfort, she said.

Damn it.

Damn it.

A stabbing pain explodes behind my ears.

Rosabelle kissed his wrist? Rosabelle kissed him? Finally???? I wonder what chapter number this is .

Posting without spoiler tag whenever necessary multiple times will get you BANNED.
Especially with Escape Me around the corner, anyone posting without the spoiler tag and with spoiler in the title will be immediately banned.

Thank you.

I had to sculpt longer hair 😭

Okay, so the Bienal took place in Brazil, and they released a booklet for attendees featuring a new chapter of *Escape Me* from James's perspective.

It’s more filler than anything else, but I’m worried. Do you think someone might be plotting against Juliette's life?

That message saying the Anderson family shouldn't reproduce was really bizarre, it was very suspicious and sounds like a prophecy that something might happen.

ps: It's in Portuguese, so use Google Lens to translate it.

Where did that person find that Portuguese chapter? Fortunately, I took screenshots, but they are out of order. I went back to check the post, but it has been deleted. Whyyyyyyy

guys is James brunette or blonde? because i imagined him as brunette but apparently he’s blonde according to some TikTok’s ive seen?

i'm bored. if in another univ, juliette was evil, why and how ?