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“Treat his wound! She’s always around to treat his wound! And he calls her mother… he says thank you mother after everything.” NOTE: As this book would be coming to an end soon, please support my new book, your vote and comment would go a really long way. I have a new book on the READOMO APP. It’s called ‘The alpha’s secret babies.’ by Hiqmat. Please d******d the app and please support the book. Thank you so much.

I have a feeling this isn’t food. I twist the single manacle I’m left wearing on my right hand as I near the door, worried about messing up my plan by opening it and whoever’s behind it locking it tight again, like Declan failed to do. I make a snap decision and stuff a book as far as I can beneath the left door, knowing the right side is always the one that swings open. If the door remains unlevel, it won’t lock properly. At least, I’m praying that’s the case. I listen as keys jingle on the other side of the door and stand back, my heart hammering.

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When she can't stop them from fighting, Mother Tree decided to create the most powerful Alpha that will control the four clans. Mother Tree send the message to the four clan, she uses her power to invite the four leader of Alpha's. The leader of the Red Eyes were named Imre. Imre read the message from Mother Tree through the use of the projector that he needed to go to the Sanctuary of Life. He was at the meeting that time but he've got to glance at the projector and saw the message. He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave.

“If they wanted us to be that way, it'll be wickedness. Besides, the more angry one can become, the stronger physically they are for the duration the anger lasts. They just don't want us to show signs of weakness.” “I think I understand better now. Lest you are run over by another clan that has an Alpha that looks stronger, yeah?” “That is it exactly.” The both of them walked down the corridor, only coming in contact with two other students. ‘Citadel K’ was imprinted on the door in a bright colour intended to catch the attention of everyone that steps into it before they did. “What's so special about this classroom?” Harold asked. “It should be placed downstairs like the others.”

It is not where the family ends. That continues in the archive soon to reach the world, in Adrian's account still being written, in Iris's first steps toward a window that has always opened from the inside, in whatever finds its way to this gate next, in whoever still needs, somewhere out there, a place that holds. The door stays open. Always. THE END Marked by the Moon, Crowned by Vengeance / Biker's Temptation: Claimed by the Ruthless Mafia King: Book One Book Two begins where every door, eventually, leads: outward, into whatever comes next.

The dark oak of the grand ballroom doors felt like a tombstone beneath my clammy hands. Each thud of my heart against my ribs. I drew a breath, the perfumed air thick and cloying, and let it out in a slow, controlled stream. It will be okay. A smile is your armor.

"Be careful. Don't cut the cover." "I have surgical precision." Cale slit the tape. He opened the flaps. The smell of fresh ink and paper wafted out. "Olfactory input," Cale noted. "Chemicals. Glue." "It smells like a book." Cale reached in. He pulled out a hardcover. It was blue. Navy blue. With gold lettering. THE BLUE DOOR A Memoir By Elion Marrow Cale stared at it. He ran his hand over the embossed letters.

“Let’s crack open that one.” “Fine,” August says, handing the book over to me with a slight shudder. I open it, not enjoying the feel of the Human leather and the fact that it’s very close to animal leather. “Gods, I hope that’s in there. Because I can’t bring myself to look for more.”

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.