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In the field of countless people, corpses, guns, fights, and blood, someone stood out, and the moment she locked her eyes on him, he looked back at her. His eyes seemed to penetrate her, demolish all her walls, and enter her heart directly. The frozen lake was disturbed and it began to ripple. Her wolf couldn't calm down and she couldn't describe where this emotion came from, but she knew clearly one thing, "Mate" Her wolf whispered. She found her mate. END OF PROLOGUE... ... In the midst of chaos all around me, You are my only salvation. ... An hour ago... The blood fight all started an hour ago,

**This page is free, and you should not be paying any coins for this** Lovelies, THESE THREE CHAPTERS ARE AVAILABLE ON THE BOOK BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha’s Little Demon. As much as I wanted to put them here, I knew most of you had read the first book, and it would be unfair to let you pay for it again. But I will not put it here for free, as there were violent and steamy scenes there. To relive that moment, please open the book BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha’s Little Demon and check out the following chapters:

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.

Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionery. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

Belphegor asked while taking a quick glance at his sister still looking through bookshelves and going through books *SIGH* Celea sighted " Are you going to help me look for it if I tell you ? " She asked him still looking through books " That depends on the level of burden " He answered her question nonchalantly Celea smiled at his words " Well I guess that is a good enough deal for now " She said " So which book is it ?" Belphegor asked while standing up and walking next to her " The book of truth " " Hmmm, it's been a very long time since the last time someone mentioned that book "

"So, Miss Parker?" "Sure, why not?" Melanie replied with a grin. Jacob was not a bad guy. He came from a well-reputed family and was a gentleman. He had an amicable personality and was sweet by nature but his job expected him to be strict and dignified. So, his kindness was hidden behind his stern face. If everything turned out well, maybe she could have a long-lasting relationship with him. After one failed love story in her college days, she had not dated anybody else. She might as well give him a chance.

Aisha looked down at the notebooks. At the life contained inside them. At the family that had never existed. And for the first time since arriving at Belle Vue, she felt something unexpected. Not professional curiosity. Not clinical interest. Something far more dangerous. Compassion. Because somewhere inside those pages she had glimpsed a lonely man constructing an entire universe simply so he wouldn't have to face the possibility of being completely alone. And somehow that felt more heartbreaking than any illness. The rain continued falling outside. Far across the hospital, Arman sat beside his window writing another chapter of a life that had never happened.

That the work I did to document our love is reaching people and transforming their understanding of what's possible. "You did it," he says. "You captured what it actually means to choose someone for thirty years." I hold him and I understand that this book is the culmination of everything I've been trying to say for decades. This book is me telling the world: Real love is possible. It requires work. It's worth everything it costs. The reviews start coming in the following week. They're overwhelmingly positive. Publications are calling it the most important book on relationships in years. Therapists are recommending it. Bookstores are putting it on the bestseller table.

And in the opposite corner, a flat screen television. The couches looked wrecked but surprisingly comfortable when she sat in it. A shelf stacked with a variety of books and other things which stood by the window, completed the picture of a home. Belle had always known her family were richer than her friend's families but she never let it get in between her friendships with them. She was always humble and they loved and appreciated her for that. "Come on Bells, the dining room is this way". Happy said almost sounding excited. Belle stood up from the couch and followed her into the dining room.

His thoughtful words resonated with the sentiment behind the vintage book. Bella, touched by the gesture, held the book with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Avery, this is incredibly thoughtful. It's not just a book; it's a piece of history and a beautiful symbol of our shared love for stories," she expressed, her eyes conveying the depth of her appreciation.