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Anthony added before she left the office. And now here she was, staring at these gorgeous wedding gowns. Unable to figure out how to process her feelings. "Faith. What about that one by the window?" Mary asked. She had apologized over and over again until Faith forgave her after the incident happened. She said she would never get involved with people like that again. Chuck had tricked her by promising the world. She was foolish, and Faith couldn't help but forgive her. Mary was ecstatic when she told her how Anthony saved them from a dark fate. She fully supported her marriage.

The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room. The priestess stood at the altar's heart, arms lifted high. Her voice flowed through the chamber like smooth oil, weaving words that seemed to stretch into infinity, syllables older than any scripture. Giovanni watched from behind her. Dressed in a new suit as dark as obsidian, he wore a relic around his neck—a jagged, hollow medallion etched with the same spiral symbol found in the book of hollow. “How long until she breaks?” he asked. Though the priestess continued her chant, her voice shifted slightly, like a melody deep

“You speak of her like a god, not an enemy.” Ash turned her gaze on him. It was almost tender. “Because gods don’t die,” she said. “They divide.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And I am her second half.” The lights flickered. Static bled through the monitors. Somewhere in the cathedral above, the bells began to ring on their own. Ash smiled. “Prepare the consecration,” she said. “Tonight, we anoint a new world.” Night fell again. The cathedral courtyard had been transformed into a temple of flame iron braziers lining the steps, banners whipping in the wind. Thousands gathered below: soldiers, orphans, mercenaries, and wanderers drawn by the myth.

DANTE Surprised and angered by the audacity of someone hacking into an account connected to me, I demanded, "Have you identified the hacker?" Tom replied hesitantly, "The transaction was executed seamlessly." My frustration grew. "No one besides Anna and me has access to her account details. So if I didn't initiate the transaction, who did?" Tom's response was straightforward, "The only person who holds the answer to that question is Nathan Miverton." Running my finger over my lips, I contemplated the situation. "I'll investigate further. In the meantime, I want you to dig into Clifford Cameron."

"Why would I become a priest, what possible reason would make that seem like a good idea?" "Because you wanted to atone." I pushed open the door and gestured for him to enter. "Because you'd spent fifteen years killing for your father and you needed to believe there was a way to balance those scales." He stepped inside and I watched his face as he took in the rows of pews and the altar with its faded gold paint and the confessional booth that sat in shadows to the left. His breathing changed and his hand went to his chest again, not to the wound but higher, like he was searching for something that should be there.

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I could hear the shuffle of chairs, the buzz of excitement rising like a storm. “Let’s start the bidding at one million!” the voice announced. A roar answered him. One million. Two. Five. Ten. Numbers, figures, values… I did not understand what they meant. My head spun with the endless calls. What could these mortals possibly want from me? What were they trying to do with me? If I had known betrayal would throw me into this wretched human body, I would have studied these creatures more carefully. I would have prepared for their twisted ways.

Emily Larson's shrill voice echoed through the banquet hall. "This meatball dish is something I paid a fortune to learn from a master chef at a five-star hotel. It's a perfect harmony between meat and vegetables. The broth is rich and fragrant, and its plating exquisite. How could the clients possibly be unhappy?" Hearing that familiar voice of my nemesis, I snapped fully awake and realized that I had been reborn. Her voice drew the other colleagues, who quickly gathered around.

When all my ancestors had done was attack them continuously for centuries, they were left with no choice. The fact left me with one conclusion. Humans and werewolves could not end well. In all the books I read, whenever it seemed like the Moon Goddess had made a mistake, like matching the Alpha to the Omega or matching a lycan to a vampire, or matching two mates with a vast age difference, it always ended up not being a mistake, but the best thing that could have happened to all parties. However, none of the ‘mistakes’ had included matching a werewolf to a human. I had to accept that the only reason I had been matched with Alpha Damon was to ensure my safety among the werewolves until my wor

Maybe it was because she had almost died once, but she had been paying more attention even to the tiniest details. Sonia stared at the red patch on the road as it brought back memories in her. The traffic was caused by a vehicle collision and the occupants would have sustained serious injuries judging by the blood stained road. During her days as Anna, she would come in contact with blood at least twice a week as the cult have greedy and insatiable clients who always have one or two people to finish off. She didn't know which life she enjoyed if it were her life as an assassin where she lived among her envious assassins or her life as Sonia where she had to live with an uncaring father and a