After 3 Novels & Stories

They aged normally like humans. “That doesn’t make sense. How old are you now?” She waited for his answer with bated-breath but a part of her mind had already calculated it. “Sixty-three.”

‘Game ends at ‘4 - 3’ “ …We lost…

"Alright. I'll go. However, I'm not going to give up on you. Even if you don't believe me right now, I will stand by your side again someday and go through the ceremony with you." He left after he'd finished. Lira watched his retreating figure and scoffed. "He can act very well." She spat at him. I was amused. "Ignore him. Don't let him affect our good moods."

the soldier said. Lucian nodded in satisfaction, “Good. And now you know that we're going to do it again. You're going to attack me three times in a row, with no defense from me. Any that I don't catch will be your points" he met the soldier's eyes from the other side. They both nodded, agreement passing between them.

The Silent Third Floor Ten minutes later, I found myself standing in front of a room on the third floor. This floor was rarely used and far quieter than the lively party downstairs. My breathing was uneven. Logic told me to leave—to run as far away from this house as possible. But curiosity and Davian’s threat pulled me like a tightening noose. I turned the key. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight streaming through a large window. Davian stood there, staring outside. “You came,” he said without turning.

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

Three lives. Three.

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After their three-month breakup, they were not allowed to pester him. XXX

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