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Might as well read through what Marcus brought her and try to distract herself. As she sorted through the books and made a list of what she wanted to read first, she found a small leather book with no title or decoration. She opened it, and discovered the pages were handwritten. There was no title, no author listed. The handwriting was very neat, but it was a calligraphy style she wasn't entirely familiar with. She was able to read the first few words, but it took some time to decipher. The opening lines read, "What follows is a close examination of the properties of Blood Magic and how to perform such works. This instruction is most important for the Children of Lilith, and it can only be u

He drops to the ground, and I see a flash of another body – bloody, human, hands raised, begging for mercy… My hands start to shake, and I grab Christian by the throat, long before he can stand. “Atonement. This will make it right.” “Another death?” he gasps, blinking in disorientation, even though that sizzling, bloody mark on his temple is already healing. “How could that make right any sin? Whatever you’ve done--” “Shut-up! This is not murder. You are already dead, you evil abomination--” “And you’re rambling,” he cuts me off, eyes holding mine. “And still, so very much, hesitating.”

I'll care for them as if they were my own pups…" she sobbed. Mae thought she could cry her way out again, that he would soften like before. Little did she know that her tears only made him sick. "They're my pups, and you'll never have the chance to look after them again!" he said coldly, looking at Mae as if he were looking at a corpse. "I must have been blind to fall for someone as vicious as you! I'll bring Soleil back. As for you… You'll atone for your sins!"

I replied. "Anything you want, just let us know," Austin said, his tone sincere. "Thanks, but for now, just having you all here is enough," I said, feeling a wave of contentment wash over me. "We'll always be here for you, Athena," Leo said, his voice filled with assurance. With a smile, I nodded, knowing that with them by my side, I could get through anything, which means I need to tell them about my revenge. Would they support me or be against it? Athena thought to herself as she stared at her family.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

"If I'd gone with her to the cemetery, she would still be here. If I were her, I'd never forgive you. You people deserve to rot in hell." She ran off crying. Robert crawled up and trailed her until she got home safe. I looked at him with mixed feelings. I admired his bravery but hated his cold neglect. He stumbled, leaning on a tree to stand. "Emily, if I'd seen your text and run to you, would you be safe like her now?" The rain washed his face. I didn't know if those were his tears or raindrops. Unfortunately, regret could not change anything. He didn't go to the hospital, just silently shuffled home.

I needed to make a good first impression so I wanted to arrive at the office early and make sure everything was ready for my egotistical boss. I got to the office and had to take a step back just to look at how beautiful it was. It had a gothic sort of look to it but it was also updated with beautiful floor to ceiling windows; it actually took my breath away just looking at it. The gothic scenery made me think of how fitting this building was for Mr. McAlister, scary and mean goes pretty well with the building. I took the elevator to the fifteenth floor getting more nervous with each floor passing by. I wasn’t paying attention when I came off the elevator and ran right into what I thought wa

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.

It made him want to run faster. Because that was the most terrifying part. Anton would wait. He would endure Sabatine’s fear, his ghosts, his inevitable failures. He would love him through it. And that kind of steadfast love was a debt Sabatine wasn’t sure he could ever repay. He’d spent his life balancing ledgers of guilt and atonement. This was a ledger with only one side—a bottomless column of grace being deposited in his name. It was overwhelming. A memory surfaced, unbidden. From the cottage in Cornwall. Anton’s voice, rough with exhaustion: “You are a tested thing. A proven thing. Every scar… is a stress-test you survived.”

Ewan There’s nothing like bringing justice to those who cannot do it for themselves that makes satisfaction course through my veins. Dalton Corleone and Bonnie Corleone are going to receive a bit of that justice tonight, and I cannot be any more delighted. I watch as the couple sits comfortably in their large mansion, feasting and rebelling while their victims fester in the bowels of their underground torture chamber. Dalton and Bonnie are sociopaths. As a couple, they work with charities under the guise of humanitarianism, but in real life, they’re monsters. They own several homeless shelters and food pantries around the country, which they use for the sole purpose of choosing a victim. The