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CHAPTER 201: BURN PROVOCATION

作者: Lizzy Fash
last update 公開日: 2026-04-27 02:47:19

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Despite all the power Mara claimed to have, she's dead just like that.

Death isn’t always an ending sometimes it’s a door.

Mara understood that.

Better than most.

She never believed in permanence.

Not in alliances.

Not in loyalty.

Not even in death.

Which is why even now she’s still useful.

I walk through the ruins of what used to be her last safe ground.

Burnt earth.

Ash scattered like memory.

The faint smell of dragon fire still clinging to everything.

Lira.

Of course. I told her never
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    CASSAIN "Shit..how do I survive everything at once today?""You can postpone the wedding you know?""No way. Do you want her to change her mind?""Ugh..if you weren’t both my parents I'd be concerned at your insane level of obsession with her but she is my mother so.."Game day. Wedding day. Somehow, the universe decided it was a great idea to cram both into the same twenty-four hours.I wake up before the sun. My muscles ache from practice yesterday, and my mind is buzzing with strategies, not just for the match but for the rest of the day—the ceremony, Evelessa’s face, her dress, the looks she’ll give me, the chaos inevitably waiting in the wings.The arena smells like leather, sweat, and anticipation.I take a deep breath, feeling the pulse of the crowd before I even step onto the field. My team is ready, eyes sharp, adrenaline primed. We all know what’s at stake—honor, pride, and yes, a wedding that’s waiting on the other side of victory.The whistle blows. The game starts.I mo

  • THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION   CHAPTER 237: GIFT

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  • THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION   CHAPTER 236: WEDDING DRESS

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    EVELESSA “Again from the top!” the choreographer calls.I don’t respond.I don’t need to.My body already knows.Already moves.Already follows.Because this?This is the one place I don’t have to think.No war.No shadows.No power plays.No expectations.Just movement.Just rhythm.Just me.My feet glide across the floor.Precise.Sharp.Controlled.Every turn intentional.Every step exact.Every breath timed.Because dance isn’t just art.It’s discipline.It’s control.That’s something I refuse to lose.“Evelessa!”I barely hear it.A distant echo.Irrelevant.The music swells—And I follow.Spin.Dip.Rise.Again.Again.Again.“Evelessa!”Louder this time.Closer.Still ignored.Because I’m not here.Not really.I’m somewhere else.Somewhere quieter.Somewhere simpler.Somewhere I don’t have to think about everything waiting for me outside these walls.The song ends.But I don’t.I keep moving.Because stopping?Means returning.Means remembering.Means feeling.And I’m not read

  • THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION   CHAPTER 233: WAR

    SERAPHINA The house has never felt like this before.Not even during war.Not even during loss.Not even when I hid my grandsons from things that wanted to devour them whole.This is different.Alive.Watching.Waiting.“She’s close,” I whisper.Michael looks up immediately.“How close?”I don’t answer right away.Because I’m listening.Not to sound.Not to movement.To something deeper.Something ancient.Something that doesn’t belong to this world yet, it is forcing its way into it.“Now,” I say.And everything changes.The walls pulse.Not crack.Not break.Pulse.Like the house itself has a heartbeat.And it’s syncing with hers.With Lira’s.With the child.“Everyone in position,” I command.No hesitation.No questions.Because when I sound like this isn’t practice.This isn’t caution.This is survival.Aristotle is already there.At her side.Of course he is.His hand wrapped around hers tightly, steady and unyielding.“Stay with me,” he murmurs.Lira doesn’t answer.She can’t.

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