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The man's warm palm is entering her pencil skirt, caressing her thigh. Liana's heart started to pound at the realization that it might lead to sex. At twenty four, she's still untouched. She wanted to preserve herself for someone she'll love, which is still yet to find. "K-Kai…" Liana slowly pushed Kai away, yet the latter pulled Liana close again. Kai felt so lost because finally, after three years, he considered himself feeling Stella lips again. "Spend the night with me?" Kai huskily whispered against their lips.

Jane POV Adrian held my hand and led me up the stairs. "Where are you taking me?" I asked nervously as I studied the tattoos on his back. "To my room." I couldn't help but feel anxious, I was about to have sex with my step brother. The guy that was supposed to be my elder brother? I felt like I was in a trance and I had completely lost my mind. I can't believe he really likes me, he likes me. I felt like screaming on the top of my voice in excitement, I wondered why he didn't tell me sooner.

In a moment of profound introspection, he made the conscious decision to retrace the steps that had led to the cataclysmic events, not with the intent to alter the course of fate, but to seek understanding and closure. With a solemn resolve, Asmo closed his eyes, allowing the mists of time to envelop him. In the blink of an eye, he was transported to the genesis of the turmoil, standing at the threshold of the past. The air crackled with an intangible energy as he found himself poised at the beginning of it all, ready to bear witness to the chronicles of tragedy and upheaval.

she whispered. “Then pass it,” the figure said. Eliana’s breath came faster, her thoughts colliding as she tried to understand what she was being asked to do. Change the past. Change the outcome. Do something different. Her gaze locked onto her past self. Then— She moved. Not backward. Not away. Forward. Straight into the scene. The moment she stepped in, everything sharpened. The sounds grew louder, the air colder, the reality of it hitting her all at once.

I needed to understand what my mother had left behind. The stone steps leading into the temple felt like a lifetime ago, like another world altogether. I stepped onto the first one, my heartbeat steady, but my body tense. I had come here many times before, but tonight, it felt different. It felt like I was crossing a line, stepping into a place where I couldn’t return from.

There is no turning back now, and we both know it. We step out of the car, our footsteps echoing in the empty street as the house looms before us, silent and imposing. Each step takes us deeper into a labyrinth of mysteries, and as we cross the threshold, we know that there is no going back. I take one last deep breath, my fingers firmly grasping the door handle. What I’m about to discover here, in this house, will change my future. But I have no more doubts. I have to know.

Then immediately told me to meet her at the fountain in one of the town squares in the dead of night. We spoke all night about what we were. About how the council sought us out and told us that our agapitos was out there for us to find. Once we found each other we never left each other sides. We ran away from the war, from the people who were our supposed families, from everything. For over 400 years we only had each other. Until we ran into Axel, Aaron, and Bea. Bea and Stephanie were inseparable. But we only had 150 years with them before Stephanie died the first time.

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."

Using my hand, I drew small dots in the condensation on the window. "I don't think I'll love someone that passionately again." Once I'd decided on the date that I was going back to my hometown, time seemed to speed up. However, what I didn't expect was for Rodney to come looking for me on the eve of my departure. He looked weary and broken, his once crisp suit now heavily crumpled. I didn't intend to let him in, nor did I even plan on opening the door. But he looked like he would camp there forever if I didn't, so not wanting to be embarrassed by his actions, I gave in.