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"I think the great Julian De'Marco just got ditched by a girl."

Author: Avalyn Noir
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-31 06:41:54

She rushed into the car immediately and with full speed she rode off immediately and thankfully the guards didn't see her get in and when they heard he car sounds they assumed it were their boss.

So she freely rode out if the isolated valley and into the busy road.

After that, she stopped at a parking lot and began to wear on some makeup to disguise herself again.

She grabbed a scissor from the car and cut her hair short then she tied it into a bow and left some strands of hair out.

Once she was done, she pressed on the accelerator again and started the engine and rushed to a shop where she knew she could find a new plate number.

She got out off the car when she was a little distance away from the mechanic shop and grabbed an iron rob from the booth to destroy the car's plate number.

When it was all done as she wanted it she got into the car again and moved further down the hill where the shop was.

“Hi, I'm Hannah Jason and I need a new plate number for my car. This got distroyed in
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    The sea was still. The kind of still that made it hard to breathe. Smoke hung low over the harbor, rolling slowly over blackened ruins and fractured stone. The city was silent, almost reverent, as if the world itself had paused to witness the aftermath of what had been unleashed—and what had been lost.Julian sat at the edge of the pier, his hands stained with ash and salt. Aurora’s body lay beside him, her skin pale but serene, her hair fanned across the wet ground like gold threads caught in twilight. He had lost track of time. Maybe hours had passed. Maybe days. The sun refused to rise.Her hand was still warm when he held it, but the pulse he searched for was gone. He brushed his thumb over her knuckles and whispered, “You did it. You really did it.”The words broke in his throat. He had always believed he was the one who saved people—through control, through power, through force. But Aurora had done it by giving everything.“You were never afraid of dying,” he murmured, his voice

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