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Hi, everyone! It's me, Zhen Xin Xin Thank you for reading Enchanted Twilight. As it reached the end of this story, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this book. If you are interested, you can go to my profile and look for my other books: Choosing Between Dragon and Werewolf (Completed) Our Agreement (Completed) His Last Wish (Completed) Breaking Free from the Billionaire (Ongoing) Once more, I wish to express my gratitude to all the readers.

Davis knelt next to her, his hand hovering uncertainly before he laid it softly on her shoulder. Quiet ly, he murmured, "This isn't over," determination shining in his eyes. "We'll handle this”.

“I want to show you something… Where’s your notebook?” Seeing it for himself on the little table, Christophe headed for it in one long stride, turned on the notebook, and prepared a USB flash drive next to it “Good! No password! Come and sit! We’ll probably still be sitting here at lunchtime tomorrow. You’re going to watch and inwardly digest every indescribably boring hour of this just as I had to…” “Christophe... W-what are you talking about?” she prompted, watching the images on the display.

Yes humming, after death there was an eternal life but it was only given to those who did goods things when they're still alive," I explained and she just gigle and chirp. Crazy bird! "So you mean, eternal life is only for those nice and good people?" Humming is always so curious about everything. I nodded and continue what I'm doing. I pointed my fingers to align the different kinds of flowers to be able to group themselves. I am currently in the garden outside of the Plaza. It was still dark outside when I decided to do some arrangements and make the garden more alive. I blow lightly to make a small rain to able pour to the flowers.

I didn’t have time to get a message back so I am desperately hoping that he received it. The room doesn’t seem to have a clock or anything in it but when I look out of the window it’s pitch black outside and it sounds like it’s pouring down rain. I am standing at the window when I hear a crack of thunder roll through the sky and just a few seconds later there is a beautiful streak of lightning that lit up the whole sky like it was the daytime. It feels so black that it’s almost like the Moon Goddess has closed her eyes and was crying for the world.

Madison looked at Jason and asked curiously. "It's just a little trick. You don't understand." Jason said, grinning. If the Great Twilight Master of Rive knew about it, he would probably cry and faint in the toilet. “When does my Rive's Great Twilight Technique become a tool to please women? This is too crazy.” Of course, Jason didn't realize it at all. As he twisted his fingers, six or seven colorful butterflies flew out, and even another one was was transparent, which made Madison exclaim in disbelief.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”