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SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : UPRISE OF HELL (BOOK 2) CHAPTER 7 : ALTERNATE ACTS II FLASHBACK The past got re-viewed back in time, towards a period almost forgotten, when John's powers were returned. The echoes of Raphael's voice was heard and the event replayed starting with a misty eyes of Shadow that opened up to the scene.

But I am left asking myself. Will he ever come back or is it just a lie I'm telling myself? My friends have been there for me in every way possible: Eric, Riana and Karla. They have been there for me emotionally, physically and even financially. Yes, financially. I went bankrupt. My dad was able to put everything he ever gave to me back in his name. Yeah, that's how sick the devil of a man is. And the little money I get is from the book I published and the one that I am currently writing.

Stammers Charlie. The bulky man takes a step forward so that the tip of his leather boots is hitting the lintel of the patio door. Charlie takes two steps back; one isn't foolproof. She clutches, tightly, the hem of her pyjama shirt. Suddenly, she feels like crying. Is this it? Is this how she'll die? She hasn't even edited her 20th book! Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library!

Then, the Excalibur Family had prepared a lot of backups, making the appearance of the the survivors of the Inuit more and more difficult. If it weren't for Kevin, a secret chess piece, he might not have been able to find a chance to escape, unless one day he could exhaust the old bald donkey. At that time, he still didn't know how the situation in the world would be. The feminine man sneered at the Kevin's question. "That's in the future. Our only goal now is to let our branch return to the world." The feminine man said lightly!

I couldn't face that pain right now, and with another rumble from my belly we stepped from the shower and dressed. Brack used every possible opportunity to inappropriately touch me that night. He made me smile and laugh. He also made me dream about the future. One where crazy stalkers didn't kill innocents and my life could return to semi-normal. No, never normal again. If I survived, I would be forever changed. And thinking of change, I couldn't believe the difference in Brack since he reversed his refusal to sleep with me. I wasn't sure what caused him to jump into sex, but I was glad he did. I needed his body to keep my mind off real life.

I said. That was one thing I was really wanting to do. Get settled and back into some sort of normal activity before I started branching out to different people. Not that I was scared of anyone here but I knew that it would take time for me to gain everyones trust again and I was willing to work on all of it at my own pace but now things were changing. "Everything is going to be okay, you'll see. Just have a little faith." Ambrosia said as they stood up getting ready to leave. "I'll be back here in the morning and we will walk over together." She added as she hugged me. "Thank you." I whispered before stepping back and waving to them as they left. "She is right you know." Brandon said, wrapp

“That’s for the best. You’ll both be safer together.” I nodded too, though uncertainty still gnawed at me from within. The news of the recent death echoed in my mind, darkening any attempt at calm. I squeezed Bright’s hand tightly, seeking an anchor. He returned the gesture, giving me the reassurance I so desperately needed. “All right…” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Let’s go back to the pack.” The embrace repeated itself, stronger this time, like a silent pact. And as I let myself be held by the two most important men in my life, I knew that going back meant not only protection, but also facing everything we had left behind.

My hands shook, the world around me warping as my vision darkened, but I kept going. Light poured from my hands, and the wound began to close. “Come on…” I whispered, pushing harder. “Come back.” His chest rose. His color returned. And just as I was about to collapse—arms failing, lungs heaving—someone caught me. Brad. “I got you,” he said, easing me down gently. I let myself lean on him, everything spinning around me. “I thought it was over,” I whispered with a weak smile. But then— A scream tore through the clearing.

Because after everything, after the exile, the betrayal, the bridge, I was still here. Still breathing. And today, I would meet the one who saved me. The one who pulled me back from the edge when I had nothing left.

She smiles hopefully. I shake my head. “I love you, but I hate handouts. You know this.” “This isn’t a handout; you can pay me back when you get back on your feet. I know that with your divorce, your joint accounts would’ve been frozen, and you didn’t work for over a year. Think of this as a long-term loan.” She smiles. I think it's over. It’s not a bad offer, but I know Brielle wouldn’t take the money back. Then an idea hits me.