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Just as Alessandro was about to give up hope, he saw a small writing not far from the door. It said "Helena Dazzle" in a weird script. But somehow he could read the writing easily even though it was the first time he had seen such a letter. After the key word was said, suddenly the door opened and revealed a magic staircase that moved by itself. Slowly he descended the stairs. There was not the slightest doubt on Alessandro's face as he walked down the stairs one by one.

She looked up when I came in. I held up the book. Aldara Voss maintained the seal for how many generations, I said. Dassa set down her pen. At least four that I know of, she said. Possibly more. While pretending to be loyal to your cause, I said. Yes. She was trying to learn how to open it, I said. She had decades of access and she could not figure out how to open it from the outside because it cannot be opened from the outside. Dassa was very still.

She knocked lightly on the massive oak door. “Come in.” His deep, commanding voice sent a shiver down her spine. Lila stepped inside the luxurious corner office. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering city skyline. Mr. Blackwood—Victor—sat behind his enormous desk, jacket off, white dress shirt sleeves rolled up over thick, veined forearms covered in dark tattoos. Silver threaded through his dark hair and trimmed beard. At forty-eight, he looked like pure power. “Close the door, little girl,” he said without looking up from his papers. “Lock it.”

It looked very ancient as it was torn at some edges. “I picked this up during one of my research trips.” She said as she handed the book to Annabelle. “ It has some information on Luke but it doesn’t state his weakness. Although it did leave some clues. Difficult clues.” Annabelle opened the book. The words were written as if from a feather dipped in ink which signified the age of the book. Annabelle read it out:

"It is Draven. He is fine." A pause. "Of course he is," Darius said quietly. The librarian spent the next ten minutes carefully examining the fallen shelf, the scattered books, and the damaged railing. Kael helped stack the books into neat piles. Several of them had fallen open to random pages, and as he collected them, one caught his eye. He picked it up. The title on the open page read: On The Nature of Probability Manipulation in Pre-Civilization Eryndor. Kael read the first paragraph.

He stumbled back several steps, face drained of color, stomach churning. He'd never imagined—not in his worst nightmares—that his own flesh and blood would come back to him like this. Broken. Violated. Reduced to filth. There was no grief in him. Just the panic of something spinning out of his control—and revulsion at being confronted with such dirty, disgusting remains. When it came time to settle my affairs, my father had to go to the county clerk's office to officially close my records. The clerk on duty was a chatty sort. Glancing at the file, he remarked casually, "Mr. Duncan? Oh, right—you're the one who reported your younger son missing last Halloween, aren't you? Real shame, losing y

No, I don't even know who to trust, but! Meanwhile, Delmom was isolated, and she managed to find her grandfather's research notebook and when she started reading it, she got completely scared and looked at every photo she had kept there under lock and key. His whole life story was there, including who the Kaolins were and before he died he left a letter written to Delmom. That with every comma and line of this letter written and left by his grandfather he sighed because he didn't believe in his true life story. "I'm different and that's it? My dreams were real, so that's what I was going to turn into a monster, what do I have to find out beyond that?

“No one’s been in here all this time. Amazing.” As he passed the ancient books and scrolls, Agamori slid his fingers over the spines and huffed out through his mouth as an icy sensation spread through his hand. “A miracle that is, truly.” Looking over his shoulder, Agamori shuddered in dread of what could have happened. “I hate to think of what this world would be like had this library had been discovered by one of those people.” Daniel came to his side and narrowed his eyes as he looked over the books. “Why? What’s so important about these things?”

“We are here.” I frowned. “Here? What is this place?” “A hotel. Or used to be, now it’s just a hangout for junkies. It’s the perfect place to hide if you’re trying to avoid being found out as a nonhuman.” “Like a Daemon?” She nodded and cut the engine to undo her seat belt. “Miles tracked the other Daemon to Down Hills, supposedly he was coming to report to Leo. One of our kind reported that he was spotted here last night. Now we just need to sniff out a Daemon.” She reached into the glove compartment and pulled it down. I stared in surprise at the gun and strange gold bullets that had been in there all along. She retrieved some bullets and slotted them into the gun before shoving it into he

Warning: Explicit sexual content, interracial content, cheating/infidelity, multiple partners, extremely rough sex, gangbang, extended length. 18+ only. Sarah Richardson heard the doorbell and smoothed down her dress before answering. David had mentioned his coworkers were coming over for poker night, but she hadn't expected... this. Three men stood on her doorstep, and Sarah's breath caught in her throat. They were massive....all over six-foot-four, built like athletes, with dark skin that gleamed in the porch light. The one in front extended his hand with a dazzling smile.