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The gravel crunched under the tires of my beat-up sedan as I pulled into the long, winding driveway of Blackwood Retreat. Pines towered on both sides, thick and dark, swallowing the late-afternoon sun. The place looked exactly like the website promised… secluded, peaceful, a former monastery turned spiritual sanctuary for the lost and the broken. That was me. Broken.

~~~~~ Proofread: I am the most powerful witch of all. No one can defeat me. They are just wasting their lives challenging me. I am grateful to be awakened once again, thanks to my beloved niece, Clara. And for that, I will make her life last longer, perhaps a few minutes of fighting with me before I finally end her life.

Noah chuckled quietly beside me, his fingers sliding down to loop through mine, his thumb rubbing small circles against the back of my hand. Through the shouting, the flying caps, and the absolute chaos of our friends bickering in front of us, Noah leaned down, his breath warm against my ear. "So..." I looked up at him, my eyes bright, the laughter still bubbling in my throat. "So?" "We’re officially adults." "Barely," I reminded him. "Yeah." Noah nodded, his voice dropping into something softer, completely tuning out the noise of the stadium around us. He looked down at our joined fingers, then back into my eyes. "Ready for whatever comes next?"

Bright lights suddenly emitted from them, making us cover our eyes and groan out in irritation. "Fuck! It's working!"

Eve said in my mind and I regained my confidence. "I will never give in to your blackmail, today my pack and my coven , will return to my side, I swear by my ancestors and you will pay for what you have done, if I ever considered you my friend you are now my worst enemy Owen, and as such I would die before everyone, I swear." Owen just smiled at me, "Then that is your answer, I knew you would not accept, but no that does not matter , even if unwillingly, but alive you will be by my side," Owen said.

I had always felt insecure about my health, and I assumed you would leave me once you found out. Worst of all, I was scared you would look down on me for that. My vision blurred as I watched Connor leave the room, carrying Jasmine in his arms. If only you had chosen me, Connor… If only you would show up and make things right again… If you changed your mind, I would still forgive you… I did not know that would be the last time I would ever see Connor Sanders before my death.

The decorations were done the food was delivered in time and all the guests started arriving and I eventually forgot what had happen in the morning. *********** Well well well ....not the past he is the present & never know even the future and forever as well.. Let's just keep that decision on Anna *********** __________♡♡__________

my biological mother, Beatrice Sinclair, said, her eyes soft with a touch of affection. "We'll make sure you become an outstanding heiress and give you a bright future," said Dominic Kingsley, my biological father. "Would you like to return to the Kingsley family?" I looked at the couple in front of me, and a complicated expression crossed my face. I had grown up in an orphanage, but I never felt like I lacked love. I had Timothy and Christopher, who had been by my side since childhood. So, three years ago, I firmly rejected the idea of returning to the Kingsley family.

She came toward me and held me, jumping and laughing until we fell back on the couch. In no time, we took turns having our bath and decided to wear similar color of outfit. The same red colored top. Putting it on, it looked strange and a little over done. We decided to wear different outfit. I ended up on a black leggings and long sleeve white top while she wore a red checked skirt and black top. We were all smiles driving and singing along to ‘Worth it by Fifth harmony’ and probably had our teeth almost full of for grinning too much. Chittering, we stumbled in and found the same sales girl that always sold to us. I think her name was Yvonne or Eve or something.

Night settled like ink—dark, heavy, endless. The divine messages completely freaked out. [What’s going on?? Why is everything pitch black? What's happening?!] [Not even sound effects?? I can’t hear a thing. What exactly are they doing? I want to know!!] After the bonding ceremony came our honeymoon. Mason took me to a seaside resort. Being in a new place helped wash away the bitter pieces of the past, and I threw myself into the comfort of beautiful scenery. Sometimes I still cried in my sleep, and Mason would wipe my tears with a pained look, holding me gently as I drifted off again.