A Tale Of Two Cities Lost Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

She stepped out into the rain without an umbrella, letting it soak her, watching me with an expression I couldn't read. "She's sleeping now," she said. "Liam 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 still burning behind the curtain. "I'm starting to." She nodded slowly, then turned and went back inside. The door clicked shut. A moment later the light in Amara's window went dark, and somewhere in that darkness my wolf howled for something he would never get back. I stood alone in the rain, the bond gone, the choice made, Valerie's threat still hanging in the wet air behind me like something with teeth.

CHAPTER 49: THE KINGDOM RISES Scene 145: Fall of the Vampire King “Not yet.” Raiken’s voice faded beneath the dark surface of the tide heart. I pressed both palms harder against it. “Raiken.” No answer. Rain fell through the space where the fortress had stood. Cold drops struck my face and ran into my mouth, sharp with salt. Around us, broken streets floated in shallow blue water. The black towers were gone. The first ocean was gone.