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The library had always been Leora’s escape. After the chaos of training, endless lessons, and the weight of expectations pressing down on her shoulders, she only wanted silence — the kind that didn’t demand answers. The vast shelves welcomed her like old friends. The scent of aged parchment and ink filled the air as sunlight filtered through tall, arched windows, casting soft gold patterns across the floor. She trailed her fingers along the spines of thick books, reading the fading titles — Ancient Bloodlines, The Rise of the Luna Courts, The War of Silver Moons.

"Og course, the best supernatural series to ever grace the earth. You like it?" "Like? I love it, I live for it! After finishing up the series, I read up the trilogy," I beamed. Alex's eyes went as wide as saucers. "You're lying! You read the books?" I nodded. "How could I not? The series removed a lot of important plot that was in the book, so I had to read it." Alex looked dumbfounded as his mouth hung open. "You're the first person I've seen that is actively interested in blood strive."

The beta chuckled and quickly sat down on the sofa opposite me, placing both glasses on the table in front of us, our positions were ones of familiarity between us at this stage, the beta was very aware that I was the most at ease when in the library than any other part of the castle, and so made it a daily occurrence that I got at least an hour in the confinement's of it. "I tried to read it once, out of pure curiosity, and didn't get past page 3." At least I made it further than he did. Perhaps I would skip the first book, and see where the second one began, that would save me wasting time if there was nothing of interest in it. "Why does the queen want you to read these?" Damn, I was hopi

Chapter 90 Epilogue Writer's point of view~ Four Years Later... Still under the warm shower, Elena gasped when she began hearing her twins babies cries. Hurriedly pouring the hair conditioner over her hair, she stepped a few feets away from under the shower to dab it very well into her hair. The twins cries got even more intense, causing her to groan.

The way his hair is styled, not a strand astray, his clean shaken jaw muscle twitching, his gold ensamble. The wind in the room stills. The air seeming to be sucked from my lungs as we head closer. RUN RUN Run run r… “Miss Ashyver.” The male next to me announces with a bow of his head. “I know.” The male on the throne stands and begins to defend his stairs. “I would know her even if I were blind.” I lock my jaw, fighting back the urge to snarl at him. He must let his power radiate outwards. I can feel it coursing across my very bones. Everyone else shys away from it. But power ceased to scare me after Reece’s little displays.

while Caleb yelled, “Shouldn’t steal a man’s cookies.” As an only child, Abby had had to get used to how boisterous the Thorntons were when she’d attended her first Thornton get-together. Add to that that Mark was easily the quietest of the siblings, and it had been quite enlightening to meet everyone at once. She and Mark stood some feet away near one of the windows, out of earshot of the rest of the group. Mark turned so they faced each other, although Abby found herself gazing out into the woods, watching the rain patter against the glass.

" You happiness, your throne, your Kingdom." " And even my...." . . . " Ardo" ..... The End of Book 1 : The girl he banished Next in series. Book 2: The girl he Claimed.( Released) . . . Book 2 is live now. Check it out guys. Thank you for your love and support.

​The transition into the sixty-seventh tier did not feel like physical impact; it felt like a violent, catastrophic change in the underlying grammar of her reality. ​When the heavy hands made of thick, gold-leaf parchment clamped around Elara’s shoulders, the roaring vortex of the black sulfur-river was instantly silenced. The crumbling granite foundations of the Royal Citadel, the deafening mechanical march of the obsidian automatons, and the desperate, echoed battle cries of her brothers high above were sheared clean from the layout. She was not falling through space under the ground anymore. The air was really thick and heavy with a smell, like old books and animal skin. It felt like she

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It was only a matter of time before his entire body succumbed to the flames. The throne room was silent. It was like everyone was holding their breath for the young prince, saying their goodbyes. I kept my eyes on my nephew, the last honor I could give him before he passed, when suddenly, light like I've never seen before began spreading in the room. The light seemed to have a life of its own as it went into Avani. Murmurs broke out in the throne room and all eyes turned to the werewolf girl, still kneeling on the floor, her eyes fixed on my nephew.