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Chapter 16: The Midnight Laboratory The silence of St. Jude’s Hospital at midnight was an eerie, physical weight. The bustling hallways that had seen Jade’s triumph just hours earlier were now dim, lit only by the flickering blue hum of exit signs and the occasional soft squeak of a janitor’s cart in the distance. Jade moved through the shadows of the North Wing, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She wasn't here as the celebrated wife of Caspian or the "Genius Doctor" of the Gala. She was here as a thief of time, desperate to prove the secrets hidden within her mother’s scorched notebook.

At that point, there was just one hour left until midnight. I chatted with the viewers occasionally, but I was unable to stop yawning. [Look at the streamer. In what way does she look like she’s about to kill herself? Maybe the valedictorian curse has been broken. Everyone, let’s call it a night.] [I’m starting to believe it now. Those valedictorians may not have actually committed suicide. They may have been murdered.] [What kind of killer is so skilled that they’ve killed so many people without leaving a single clue? I actually think the one who killed them might not even be human.]

But what they had called was no longer theirs to command. The ritual chamber split under the pressure. Black fire burst through the cracks, crawling along the carved runes like veins filled with poison. Patricia shrieked, clutching her head as stones rained from the ceiling. Elara stumbled back, candle dropping from her hand, her face twisted in horror. And Gloria—Gloria only smiled. Her veil slipped, her teeth bared. She drank in the sight like wine. “She’s waking,” she whispered. “Our queen of ruin. Our key.”

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

Cindy is the loyal maid of my character here in the novel. "Do you really believe what I'm saying, Cindy? Maybe you also think I'm crazy just like everyone lives in this house?" I asked her when I saw her nod as I told her about the modern tools in the world I came from. The real world where I came from and wants to go back.

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Tears fell from Ben’s eyes as he walked past Thorin and saw Haldir shaking Imara’s lifeless body against the bed. As the world around him slowly came back to him he screamed, “No!” He leaped to Haldir and threw him to the floor. “Don’t you fucking touch her!” Ben turned away from the truth and gnashed his teeth as he snarled at Haldir. Thorin slowly approached the room then looked around. He saw the vile sitting on the dresser and his breath hitched as he realized what she’d done. He leaned over and took Haldir’s hand to help him up, then he walked to the dresser and picked up the vile. Thorin turned back to Haldir and Ben then smelled the vile and pinched his eyes closed as he looked away. “Belladonna.”

She twisted her lip and snapped her head away from the pity-filled sight of the pair of eyes. She could read the girls' face despite the night as it wasn't a new book to her; it was a book which had had all her ordeal written. A book that had sold more in her residential area than Julius Caesar had sold in the part of the country she was in. The youngsters had crowned her with all sorts of names; from Watergirl to filthy to ugly to maid to Cinderella without a prince. All of which made her wonder if they could even remember her birth name. Finally, the tap was crowd-free. Nora rushed to deposit her twenty-liter jug beneath the recently vacant flowing tap after which she turned to its former occupant to inquire the time.

_______________ ~TROPES♾️~ - Lies - Death - Deception - Forced Marriage - Betrayal - Blood - Gunshots - Books - Love - Revenge - Rivalry…etc♾️. PROLOGUE ♾️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NAOMI ALESSANDRO CINDY is a 25yrs old writer,not just any writer,a famous writer known across America and outside america. She is a fair pretty lady,with the body of a goddss and long blonde hair. She is extremely beautiful and had a thing for tattoos.

Bennett's pounding was too much for it, and it burst open! Sean burst out, yanked me up from the floor, and gripped my arm like he thought I might bolt. "Honey, what are you doing? It's time for your C-section!" An icy dread washed over me from head to toe. However, I was not about to give up. With everyone watching, I doubted they would push me to the brink of disaster. Especially Bennett. He was questioning Rowena and Sean's relationship, and he would not dare come after me. This was not going to go down like it did in my previous life.

Then— a child’s voice whispered directly beside her ear. “Turn around.” Elena spun instantly. Nothing. The room remained empty. But the black veins beneath her skin began glowing faintly. The necklace around her throat burned. And suddenly— CRASH. Every candle in the room exploded at once. Elena gasped and stumbled backward as darkness swallowed the room completely. The whispers screamed together now. “She belongs to us.” “Open the bond.” “Let us inside.” The bedroom door burst open. Guards rushed inside immediately. “My lady—”

Lyra POV Even as she nodded, she could feel Cinder coiling tightly inside her chest, a subtle vibration of alertness and warning. The wind carried scents she couldn’t immediately identify, but her instincts prickled. Her past training at Emberclaw, every lesson Kael and the older warriors had instilled in her, flared in response. She had learned to trust her senses, to read the forest in ways humans never could. She picked up a faint, metallic scent on the breeze, mingling with smoke from the cooking fires. Something was approaching, she could feel it in her bones, and Cinder echoed the alarm with a low, internal growl.

"All of his books. His memories here. If you indeed loved the incubus, your grief shouldn't patter away at his drag path here." Then it was gone. I stood there in the rain and looked around. The wolf was right. I hated that it was right. Books lined the walls, their spines already dark with water. The shelves sagged under the weight. Through the gaps in the roof, rain poured down in sheets, soaking everything Cassian had touched, everything he'd kept, everything that proved he'd existed here at all.

Cinder He couldn't rouse River. She'd passed out in his arms shortly after delivering the terrifying news about Dub. He cursed Aelnith Eventide under his breath. He'd taken too much. River was sick. Maybe even dying. Cinder didn't know! He had little long-term experience with humans. They seemed -very- fragile. She needed Inana, but Inana was possibly in more danger than River was.

There are very few cilia, perfectly soft and damp from ever. Gordon Williams's hot breath brushes against Karen Goodwill's skin, touching her trembling and wet petals, making Karen Goodwill crave more than ever. She arches her body slightly, as if she wants Gordon Williams to place a kiss on that part. "Gordon, please! I can't stand it!"

Zeriyah, Rhona, and a few witches tried to tear down the shield but couldn't. It only disappeared when Cyrene breathed her last, her hands falling from the crystal stone and her head slamming against the table. I caught Davina in my arms before she collapsed on the floor. She was unconscious with her body burned furiously. My dark eyes shifted to Cyrene. She was dead. And just like the others, the burned flesh of her wrist formed the pyramid symbol. Bloody hell!

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“Congratulations Hannah Rodriguez, your new name is now Cinderella Mackenzie. Welcome to the world of wealth and riches” TBC

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 13-14 •••••• { REMARK;DRAMA QUEEN } "So you will start staying in that billionaire island?" Cindy questioned after Annabella was done explaining to her Annabella nodded "Mrs Kim was living with them so obviously,I've been working halftime" Annabella muttered and her mind went to how Gregor had spoke to her just hours ago. ★FLASHBACK★

Kailani sat on the stool in Kaiden’s room, her back leaning against the table, a novel titled LIFE WITHOUT YOU stuck between her fingers, her eyes glued to the page she was reading. She didn’t notice when the door pushed open, Kaiden walking in. He stood by the door for a long minute, staring at her, his hands shoved into his pants pockets. He had something important to tell her; he wasn’t sure of her reaction, so he hesitated and thought it through. As Kailani stretched her stiff neck, her eyes caught Kaiden.