Chapter: Chapter 41: Aurora Chapter 41: Aurora “Take this shit to the trash—burn it all!” Richard barked at Maria. “Yes, sir,” she replied instantly, scrambling toward the roses, her hands shaking as she gathered them. He turned sharply. “Listen carefully, Maria. You saw nothing tonight. You heard nothing. Understood?” “Y-yes, sir,” she stuttered, clutching the flowers as she hurried back into the kitchen. Jessica’s voice trembled. “What do we do now, Richard?” Fear clung to her face, etched into every tight line and darting glance. Richard dragged his hands through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. His breathing was heavy, ragged with fury and confusion. “Someone is playing games with us. I know it,” he growled. “And I swear, the day I find out who it is, I’ll cut off their head and feed what’s left to the dogs.” Jessica laughed softly—hollow, unhinged. “Now you see? You finally see that I’m not crazy. I’ve been saying this all along.” Richard clenched his fists until his knuckles whitened, the
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Chapter: Chapter 40: She's back Chapter 40 : She's back We finally arrived at the movies after a few minutes of painfully awkward silence in the car. The moment I stepped out, a harsh blast of cold air slapped my skin. I instantly regretted not bringing my jacket. Then, suddenly, warmth. A jacket draped over my shoulders. “It’s freezing,” Charles murmured softly as he walked ahead. My heart did a strange, unreasonable flip. Don Julio turned back with a mischievous smirk—one of those “I told you so” looks only he could pull off, before heading inside with Charles. I pressed my lips together. My godfather definitely knew what he was doing. The movie room was packed, buzzing with chatter, heat, and the smell of popcorn. I hated crowded places, but being with Don Julio somehow made it tolerable. He took the seat at the end of the row. I moved to sit beside him, but someone slipped into the spot before I could. I shot the person a lethal glare. “Bonita, it’s okay,” Julio said calmly. “Sit beside Charles, the
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-12
Chapter: Chapter 39: Secret Admirer Chapter 39 I was busy putting the final touches on my present for Richard when my phone buzzed sharply against the table. I glanced at the screen—Chuka, my private investigator. My heartbeat hammered so hard it echoed in my ears. I picked up. “Hello.” “Hello, ma’am… it’s done. I have her.” For a moment, everything around me stilled. Then my lips curled into a slow, victorious smile. Finally. I wasn’t going to let Richard win anymore. Not this time. Not ever again. And I would make damn sure he never got anywhere near Vanessa’s mother. “Thank you, Chuka. Take her to my home in Albany. I’ll arrange for a private nurse and doctor to take care of her. I’ll come see her tomorrow. Make sure she’s safe… and comfortable.” “No problem, ma’am.” The call ended, but my fingers stayed wrapped tightly around my phone, knuckles turning white. My mind ran wild with all the ways I would deal with Richard, how I’d make him and that stupid wife of his finally feel the pain they had caused m
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-09
Chapter: Chapter 38: The Devil you know CHAPTER 38 : The Devil you know "You should check out this bag, ma’am. It suits your style," the sales associate said, her voice dripping with that well-trained, luxurious-mall politeness. Carmen lifted the bag closer, her manicured fingers gliding over the leather. Her face shone with pride and effortless elegance. "Okay, I’ll take this too. How much for both?" she asked, pointing at the two luxurious bags she’d selected. "That’ll be two thousand dollars, ma’am." "Two thousand?" Carmen’s brows shot up, genuine shock widening her eyes. The attendant gave her a slow, condescending once-over. "Ma’am, I’m sure you know these are luxury bags. They’re not your regular bags," she said, her tone sharp with sauciness as she shamelessly sized Carmen up. Before Carmen could reply, another voice drifted from across the section. A familiar one. She turned, and there was Jessica, effortlessly elegant, her presence commanding the entire aisle. She was buying several bags, not even glanc
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Chapter: Chapter 37: Let's move on . Chapter 37 The air was sharp with winter’s breath, the cold breeze sweeping across the runway as snowflakes drifted lazily to the ground. Don Julio leaned heavily on his polished walking stick as he stepped down from the plane. His bodyguard followed behind, carrying the luggage with practiced ease as they headed toward the sleek black SUV waiting for them. “It’s been a while since I’ve been in New York,” Don Julio murmured, his eyes scanning the skyline as he eased into the back seat. “The city looks different.” “Yes, sir. I think it’s because it’s been a while since your last visit,” his bodyguard replied as he started the engine. A light chuckle escaped Julio’s lips. “Call Charles and tell him to meet me at my apartment.” “Okay, sir.” “And before we go home,” Julio added, a rare spark lighting his eyes, “let’s stop by Elizabeth’s office. I want to surprise her.” The driver didn’t hesitate. He made a swift turn, heading toward Elizabeth’s company building. --- (Aurora)
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Chapter: Chapter 36: Perfect match Chapter 36: Perfect match The Williams Residence The living room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a standing lamp. Richard sat sprawled on the leather couch, lazily puffing his tobacco while the half-empty glass of alcohol gleamed on the table in front of him. The air was thick with smoke, resentment, and the kind of silence that bruised more than it soothed. Jessica stood behind him, hands trembling at her sides. She tried to step forward, once, twice, but her courage kept collapsing under the weight of his cold presence. Only after several quiet moments did she gather enough strength to move. “Richard…” Her voice cracked as she approached. “You know you can’t keep treating me this way.” She stuttered, but forced herself to hold her ground. “This silent treatment—it's bullshit. Stop treating me like this.” Tears spilled freely, streaking through her mascara and staining her cheeks black. Richard let out a dry, mocking scoff. A slow, devilish smirk curled the corner of his
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CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE)
Kyra should have died the night her world was reduced to ash.
Born into a powerful bloodline of fire witches, she watched her family fall—slaughtered by a king terrified of their magic. Scarred by flames and driven by vengeance, she returns to the kingdom years later, disguised beneath another face and hiding in plain sight as a palace servant. Her mission is simple: learn the king’s secrets and, when the time is right, strike.
But fate has other plans.
Prince Lucian is nothing like his father--- the king.
Cursed as a werewolf, he has hidden his dark secret from the royal court for years. The only cure? A witch’s blood—Kyra’s blood.
When Lucian meets Kyra, an unexpected bond ignites between them. He should be her greatest enemy, yet fate twists their paths together. For beneath her servant’s disguise, Kyra is no ordinary girl—she is the last of a fire-witch bloodline, bent on avenging her family by killing the king.
When Lucian discovers her secret and her deadly mission, he doesn’t condemn her. Instead, he offers to help her, driven by his hatred for his father… and his growing love for her.
But as their alliance deepens, a devastating truth emerges: the only way to end Lucian’s curse is through sacrifice—Kyra’s life or his own. Now, Kyra must face an impossible choice: save herself… or the man she loves.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 55: Chapter 55 (Kyra) We all had thick shawls wrapped across our faces to shield us from the blistering cold as we made our way into a small neighboring kingdom beyond Blackridge. Lucian was on full alert, one arm wrapped protectively around me, the other guiding his mother closer. The kingdom wasn’t vast, more like a stretch of rugged land surrounded by jagged hills and towering mountains. When we finally reached one of the high mountains, we slipped into a hollowed crevice for shelter, the snow-frost biting into any skin left exposed. “How long do we keep running?” I whispered, my voice nearly stolen by the wind. Lucian exhaled deeply, resting his forehead briefly against mine. “I don’t know, Kyra… I don’t know what the gods have in store for us,” he murmured, drawing me closer as if he could shield me from fate itself. But Isla’s gaze found mine, or perhaps I felt it before I truly saw it. Her words from earlier echoed sharply in my mind, slicing through whatever warmth L
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Chapter: Chapter 54: AlliesChapter 54: Allies "Uhm—your highness, I need to take some of my strong weapons inside," Arthur whispered to Darian. Darian shot him a narrow, suspicious look. "Don't waste our time," he snarled. "Okay… thank you," Arthur muttered as he slipped off his horse and hurried inside. He rushed straight to Lucian’s chamber, his pulse drumming in his ears. His eyes swept the corners of the room, searching for any lingering soldiers. Empty. Good. He darted in and snatched a piece of Lucian’s shawl, his breath shaky. Then he sprinted to the small wooden shed where Seth, Lucian’s faithful homing pigeon, was kept. His fingers trembled slightly as he pulled a quill and scribbled a hurried message. "Dear Lucian, I’m writing this to inform you that Darian and his soldiers are on their way to Blackridge. Flee as fast as you can— they’re coming to kill you and Kyra. —Arthur." He folded the parchment quickly and tied it beneath Seth’s leg. Rubbing the soft fabric of Lucian’s shaw
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-19
Chapter: Chapter 53: Lurking in the shadows Chapter 53: Lurking in the shadows “Lucian, do you really have to go? What if—” “Kyra, don’t worry. I’ll disguise myself properly. I have to get some things for us, and maybe I can pick up information about Darian and his minions.” He tucked me into a hug. The memories of last night flooded my mind like a tidal wave, knocking the air from my lungs. I didn’t want him to go, but he was right — we needed supplies at the cottage. “Be careful, son,” Irene said softly, leaning against the wall. Lucian nodded, pulled a shawl up over his face, and stepped outside. “My poor son,” Irene whispered. “He doesn’t deserve any of this.” She was right. “So… what are you two going to do?” she asked suddenly. “Going to do?” Confusion spread across my face. “You know you and Lucian can’t be together, right?” Her words hit me like a stone. I opened my mouth, but the answer got tangled in my throat. “I—I—” The syllables fell apart; I had nothing to say. She took a step closer, her
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-14
Chapter: Chapter 52: Flesh and fireChapter 52: Flesh and fire (KYRA) Lucian and I lay on the bed, his arm wrapped around me while my head rested on his shoulder. Memories flickered behind my eyes like a shattered film reel—blood, fire, the king’s last breath, my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Are you alright?” Lucian’s voice was quiet, gentle, his fingers brushing slowly through my hair. “I don’t know, Lucian.” My voice cracked. It sounded like broken glass scraping against stone. Bittersweet. On one hand, I felt relief, satisfaction even, that I had finally killed the king. But on the other… fear wrapped its hands around my throat. Darian. His army. His wrath. His revenge. Lucian shifted, sitting upright and tugging me with him until I was facing him fully. “No matter what happens, I’m going to protect you, Kyra. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise.” His words were as soothing as warm rain on a cold night. I lifted my hand, my fingertips grazing the sharp line of his jaw. “Lucian, I’m s
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-10
Chapter: Chapter 51: Blood for a throne Chapter 51: Blood for a throne (Kyra) We wrapped shawls around our faces and slipped through the dusk toward Blackridge. I could already imagine Darian’s orders , soldiers posted at every crossroads, hawk-eyed and ready, so we moved small and quiet, as if the shadows themselves could swallow us. The boat rocked beneath our feet. The boatman kept casting those odd, lingering glances, and my skin prickled with each one. Lucian must have seen me tense; he leaned close and murmured, “Ignore him. We’ll be off this boat soon.” His voice was a warm thread against the cold air, and for a moment I let it anchor me. When we stepped onto Blackridge soil something inside me unclenched. The place felt both foreign and heartbreakingly familiar, like a name I hadn’t dared whisper in years. Memories came rushing back the instant my boots met the path. “So, where are we going to stay?” Isla asked, voice small. I swallowed hard at the thought of the old cottage Serah and I once called home.
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Chapter: Chapter 50:A Kingdom in Mourning Chapter 50:A Kingdom in Mourning My hands trembled uncontrollably—not from fear, but from pure, overwhelming relief. Lucian pulled me into his arms before the emotion could swallow me whole. His embrace was warm, grounding, familiar. I felt my breath steady as I clung to him. The sword slipped from my hand and clattered to the ground, its blade stained with the final trace of a life that once ruled over kingdoms and nightmares. Zarreth—King, tyrant, monster—was gone. Just like that. Gone. Irene’s voice broke through the heavy silence, her tone flat and unshaken. “Send his body back to Kyratth.” Arthur bowed his head, a shadow crossing his features. “I’ll take care of it.” I rested my forehead against Lucian’s chest, but my heart was far from calm. Zarreth’s last words echoed, like a curse still hovering in the air. Would there come a day when Lucian would have to choose? Between saving me… or saving himself? Was our love truly destined to be the doom of us both?
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