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I sat in the dark, fingers pressed to my lip, heart still racing long after the car started moving again. Twenty minutes later, floodlights appeared. They sliced through the rain like white knives. The Forge rose behind a twenty-foot wall. A single sign glowed above the gate: STRENGTH IS THE ONLY TRUTH. A guard in a black rain poncho stepped up, a shotgun slung over his shoulder. He tapped on the glass. Viktor rolled the window down. Cold air rushed into the car like needles. "Delivery for Block C." The guard stared at me. Red eyes, dried blood on my lip. "He looks soft. He won't last a month."

“I didn’t know.” “I don’t believe you,” she whispered, voice thick with rage. “You signed off on this. You knew.” “I didn’t,” he repeated, softer now. “I didn’t know anyone would die. I didn’t know the data was fake. I trusted them.” The room seemed to shrink. It wasn’t just about the trial or her father anymore. It was about all of it—the power games, the secrets, the lies that filled this place. And now, it was all falling apart.

He slowly turned toward an abandoned church standing at the edge of the park. Its broken stained-glass windows reflected the moonlight. "The energy is coming from there." Liana followed his gaze. "No one goes there." "Why?" "They say it's haunted." Kael smiled faintly. "I don't believe in ghosts." "You believe in portals between worlds, but not ghosts?" He laughed quietly. It was the first genuine laugh Liana had heard from him. For a brief moment, he looked less like a prince carrying the weight of two worlds and more like an ordinary young man.

We are still kids, but we're so in love Fighting against all odds I know we'll be alright this time Darling, just hold my hand Be my girl, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes “I never believed in them until I held you close, so close that I can't breathe, so close that I can't even feel myself. So close, Ocean, so close that I feel like I've lost myself in you. So close that you feel like a fairytale which has engulfed my reality inside its beauty. I don't believe in fairy tales, I believe in you, ocean” He spoke, his words dripping with sincerity and softness which he himself never knew resided inside of him and his darkest parts. “Be my fairytale, ocean. Be mine, Will you?”.... T

Sweat trickled down my neck, but I didn’t dare lose focus. Finally, I poured the mixture between his lips, praying to the Moon Goddess he could still swallow. Hours would pass before it worked, if it worked at all. When I stepped out of the chamber, Amelia was already whispering with the servants. Her voice carried just enough for me to hear. “The so-called Savior’s nothing but a fake. She only came here dreaming to be Luna because she’s Jasper’s mate.” “Alpha King’s as good as dead thanks to that useless Omega. She should be executed!”

"I think he is right. You should rest now." "She will tell you everything tomorrow," Cole spoke, walking towards us and placing a hand on Bell's shoulder. Bell nodded and helped me get into my bed. I still couldn't believe everything, and I held the pillow tightly to my chest. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder about the Queen and the idea of having a mate. It all seemed too surreal, too impossible. But then again, just a few days ago, I didn't even know werewolves existed.

" Wow, Mr Bryan is hotter in real life than in photos!" " Those lips! Damn it! I want to taste those damn lips!" Amelia could hear the murmurs of the female workers giggling like they've seen a demigod, even her secretary Kathy wasn't left out. "Now, I understand when he said those ladies were the ones throwing themselves to him." Amelia thought as walking towards her brother. Few miles away from getting towards Bryan , when a 'Roll Royce boat tail' car which Worth $29 millions pulled over at the parking lot.

I don't know why I'm interested in this conversation that isn't my business but I still pay rapt attention to them to listen more. “Rumors fly around that he has unhidden sexual affairs and when he's bored of his mistresses, he kills them and moves to the next.” Another voice, barely above a whisper, interrupts. This conversation has nothing to do with me so why should I eavesdrop. My attention shifts to a little boy playing with a dog but something pulls it back to the conversation. “I wonder how anyone would survive with that ruthless alpha as a mate. He is so evil. Nothing speaks good about him.” One of the ladies whispers before they stand up to leave.

Rebecca’s POV A new gossip had surfaced on the internet, spreading quickly across a blog site and then picked up by others. I was still awake, sitting on the couch with Natasha as we binge-watched a K-drama on N*****x when my phone buzzed with a notification. “Gabriel Moretti now a laughingstock?” the headline read. Instantly, I was curious. I showed my phone to Natasha, and she immediately got the same notification on her own device. Both of us were intrigued, so we clicked the link and opened the article.