Novel & Cerita A Tale Of Two Cities Lost

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.

All of a sudden, I had an epiphany—these people were turning a blind eye to the evidence I showed because they wanted to suck up to Horace. I turned to look at him, before asking again, "Do you think that my admission should be retracted, too?" Horace's gaze flickered between me and the medical report, before it settled on Vivian. "Do you want to go to Paris?" Vivian nodded lightly. "That's my dream, Horace." "Alright." Their voices were low, and none of the surrounding onlookers heard it within all the ruckus, but I did. And my heart sank.

"Not the company. Not the empire. Us. This. Whatever we're becoming." "Together?" "Together." The Penobscot Building throbs red through the window. The Vernor's sign blinks gold over the river. The roasted peanut smell drifts through the cold air. The city grinds awake around us, gray and frozen and indifferent to the wreckage of the past two days. He lost the company. He lost the reputation he assembled over three decades. But he didn't lose himself. And he didn't lose me. We stand tangled together in the kitchen while the coffee freezes and the toast sits untouched and the city scrolls past the window like a movie we've already watched too many times.

“Of course you did.” She stepped out into the rain. Didn’t bother with an umbrella. Just stood there, letting it soak her, watching me with an expression I couldn’t read. “She’s sleeping now,” my mother said. “Liam is with her. He hasn’t left her side since she woke up.” “I know.” “Do you understand what you’ve lost?” I looked at the clinic window. At the light. At the shadow moving behind the curtain. “I’m starting to,” I said. My mother nodded slowly. Then she turned and walked back inside, leaving me alone in the rain. The door clicked shut. The light in Amara’s window went out and somewhere in the darkness, my wolf howled for something he would never have again.

They did not have any problem with his reign since it was his last year, a few months after, he was replaced by the current Magic King. But both the former King, my father and the other King, weakened so much. The restoring of earth's balance took all their magic. The other King died and my father's magic was lost. He was devastated at first but the entire Kingdom acknowledged his braveness and sacrifice, my father accepted things. He was soon relieved that he was able to help planet earth.

The dead water began bleeding red around his city. “And now I will take your world.”

It is too close to the feeling of a witch losing their magic for me to feel comfortable with them being unable to shift. As I near the pack house Quin finally reaches me with news about the orphans. It seems that the death of their parents and their move to the underground city are so close together in time that there is no way of knowing for sure which caused the problem. It could be any of the options that we have come up with. Even though his news was not exactly what I would consider helpful, I thank him for taking the time to get the information for me. We are just going to have to do our best this weekend to get them to give into their instincts and begin shifting once again.

The morning light over the city looked deceptively peaceful. Glass towers reflected the soft gold of sunrise, as though nothing in the world could possibly be wrong. But inside Hayes Global Enterprises, chaos had already begun spreading through the company. “Withdraw everything. Now.” A client’s voice snapped through the speakerphone before the line abruptly went dead. Beep. Silence. Sophia Hayes stood motionless in her office, staring at the blinking red light on the phone. Another contract was lost. Her assistant lingered hesitantly by the door. “Ma’am… that was the third major client this morning.”

Sorry. I've lost track of this story and am putting it on hold for now. maybe I'll come back to it at some point.

Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body. Our parents, devastated, collapsed at the same time and were bedridden. Without anyone taking care of them, they both passed away. On the other hand, Sion had vanished entirely. Some said that he was irreversibly hurt after failing to acquire a heart, while others said he traveled elsewhere in search of a suitable heart. Either way, I wouldn't get hurt now that I had completely mastered the curse. Meanwhile, time flew. Suddenly, it was a year since I had joined the pack.