บททั้งหมดของ UNWED AND EXPECTING : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

**The Breaking Point*The days that followed were intense. Clara’s training with Adrian became more grueling, each exercise designed to push her limits. She learned to harness her abilities, bending the elements around her as if they were extensions of herself. But despite her progress, the unease never left her. Every night, the dreams grew worse, more vivid, more haunting. The shadowy figure that haunted her dreams was no longer just a figment of her imagination—it felt real, like something was pulling her toward them.As the tension mounted, so did the strain between the members of the household. Ethan’s protective instincts were on high alert, while Sophia struggled with her own fears. She felt helpless as Clara trained, knowing there was little she could do to shield her daughter from the danger that loomed closer with each passing day.Meanwhile, Gabriel’s research into Nathan’s journals only seemed to deepen the mystery. He became more withdrawn, consumed by the need to find a

** The Choice of Shadows**Clara stood alone in the center of the room, her body trembling as the shadows of her mind crept closer. The words of the dark figure echoed in her mind, each one a weight, pushing down on her soul. You are the darkness, Clara. You can’t outrun it. It’s a part of you. Always has been.She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The power inside her was like a tempest—wild, unpredictable, and, at times, terrifying. But it was also exhilarating. It was power, a raw, unbridled force that surged through her veins.And now, it was all she had.Ethan and Sophia had left her in that room, fear and uncertainty clouding their expressions. They loved her, but they didn’t understand. No one did. How could they? How could anyone truly comprehend the torment she felt? The darkness was inside her, crawling through her thoughts, tugging at her heart, urging her to give in.She couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t stop herself.The days that followed were a blur. Cl

**Facing the Shadows**The morning air was crisp, carrying with it a sense of urgency as Margaret spread a map across the dining table. The family gathered around, their faces a mix of curiosity and apprehension.“This,” Margaret said, pointing to a marked spot in the woods outside town, “is where the darkness is anchored. It’s not just haunting you—it’s rooted here, feeding off your fears and emotions. If we don’t destroy it now, it will consume everything.”Clara glanced at Ethan, who nodded in silent agreement. “What do we need to do?” she asked.Margaret pulled a small, weathered book from her satchel and opened it to a page filled with ancient symbols. “There’s a ritual,” she began, “one that requires unity, courage, and a willingness to confront your deepest truths. The darkness thrives on division, but together, you can weaken it.”Emily and Olivia exchanged nervous glances. “What if we’re not strong enough?” Olivia asked.“You are,” Margaret assured them. “Strength doesn’t mea

**The Keeper’s Dilemma**The morning brought little relief. The atmosphere in the house was suffocating, and the tension between the family members was palpable. Clara, Ethan, and Margaret sat in the dining room, the journal open between them. The words they’d read the night before still lingered, like an invisible force wrapping around their thoughts.“What does it mean to be the Keeper?” Clara asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Margaret looked thoughtful, her fingers tapping the table. “The Keeper is more than a title. It’s a responsibility. Whoever holds it is the balance between light and darkness. But that balance comes with a price.”Clara frowned. “What kind of price?”Margaret hesitated, then turned to a page in the journal marked with an ancient symbol. The illustration showed a figure surrounded by light and shadow, a golden chain tethering them to the earth. Beneath it, the text read: “The Keeper must sacrifice to maintain the bond, for in severance lies destruction.”

**Whispers of a New World**The following morning was still and crisp, the kind of day that seemed to hold secrets in its silence. Clara stood in the garden, tending to the blooming flowers that symbolized her family’s newfound peace. The mysterious letter still lingered in her thoughts, its cryptic words echoing as she tried to make sense of them.Ethan approached her, holding their youngest daughter in his arms. “You’ve been out here all morning,” he said, a note of concern in his voice.Clara wiped her hands on her apron and smiled at the sight of them. “I needed some fresh air. The letter keeps playing in my mind.”Before Ethan could reply, a sudden commotion broke the tranquility. The sound of horses’ hooves thundered in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment. Ethan handed their daughter to Clara and stepped forward, his protective instincts flaring.A carriage emerged from the wooded path leading to their home. Its ornate design and the crest emblazoned on the si