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He huffed. She ignored him. Walking straight over, she climbed into my lap without asking. It had become such a normal thing that I automatically wrapped both arms around her waist. She settled comfortably against me before opening the book. “He wasn’t just poisoned.” She looked at each of us. “It was dark magic.” She carefully turned the book so Roman, Ronan, and I could read the page. Several paragraphs had already been marked with folded corners. My eyes immediately landed on one section. Curse symptoms. Vein-like black markings. Emotional instability. Aggression. Loss of control. Memory gaps.

stronger, wiser, and finally at peace. THE END!

I’m Impressed. Hot guys will be the end of me. “Are you done?” The handsome-looking guy in front of me spoke. I was too carried away by the finess around me that I didn’t realize I was gawking. I cleared my throat and composed myself. “Where am I?” I asked, acting all tough. Yes, he’s hot but I’m not about to flirt with someone that takes humans as collateral. “My manor” ‘Your manor, I know this is your house'

Then continued, "The Mafia Emperor's Addiction." "You are my addiction, little peach. You complete my life. I love you forever," He claimed me as I only belong to him. "I'm all yours only, Liam," I thought and started kissing him back. Our life is completed with our four kids, Pearl, Elliot, Eowyn and Evan. I wish God will fill our lives with prosperity, love and pleasure. ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** ~~~~~ THE END ~~~~~ ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** So here is the Epilogue, I hope you enjoyed the book while reading as I enjoyed writing it.

“Sixteen infected in our own walls! Elder Rowan’s daughter, a noble lady, struck down by a filthy plague from the marketplace!” More voices rose behind him. “Our empire is under attack!” “Pure bloods dying like dogs!” Alex growled, “You are in the presence of the Lycan—” “ENOUGH.” My voice rolled through the hall like thunder. Power bled from me. Thick, oppressive, and ancient. The shouting died instantly. Frederick’s face flushed crimson, but even he froze. I let the silence crush them. Seedy, bitter, disgruntled men. Half these bastards looked secretly pleased. They’d rather watch my empire rot than bow to me.

"The palace became busy since you left. I don't know what they're planning to do, but it seems like they are planning for an upcoming war." "War, huh," I murmured. That old man is following what happened to the book. The last war, the battle against the two neighbor empires. But we failed the mission, we didn't get Sylphysis. What is he thinking? Without Sylphysis, there is no way that they will be able to defeat Cassius. In the novel, half of the population of this country was wipe out. It only took a single blow for Cassius to burn this empire.

It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.

A cure. The name whispered over and over in my mind. Wolfbane. I scoured books on magical afflictions, forbidden rituals, curses and toxins. Hours passed. The fire in the hearth dimmed. My fingers were stained with ink and ash. And still—nothing. Nothing about this sickness. Nothing about how to stop it. I let my head drop into my hands, exhaustion threatening to swallow me whole. Think, Ellison. There must be something you’re missing. I almost didn’t notice it at first. A loose page, tucked between the bindings of an old genealogy tome. I pulled it free carefully. The ink had faded, but I could still make out the words.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

Keir’s voice became more severe, his bright eyes "that shit will soon be found and killed." "Do you think... everything will work out with that?" I asked and a part of me - one that was silly, innocent and kind, one that I thought died in these many reincarnations -, wished that it was possible, that’s how things would work, but Keir snorted. "Dear... this is not a book, there will be no "happy ending". This empire is impregnated with political, social and economic problems. The lack of communication between the people and their monarchy is so absurd that, even possessing magic and so many forms of evolution, it is like being released from the dark ages" the redhead said, the eyes facing the