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"Although they bickered quite often, they had good chemistry. On the first night, they even broke the bed..." "The bed broke?" As I listened to May, a chuckle escaped my mouth. "No way, there's no such thing." I lightly slapped her arm. "It's all made up." I laughed till tears formed in my eyes. No matter how strong the male lead was, there was no way he could break a sturdy bed. Well, unless the male lead was Edward Cullen. Anyway, the author only exaggerated it to make the story more interesting, And that's why it's dangerous to learn about things like this only from books.

I looked down to avoid reminiscing and immediately searched for the witchcraft book. I found it under her pillow. Her perfume still lingers on her bed. I sat down and caress her pillow before hugging it, wishing it was her. "I miss you, witch.." I muttered. My eyes teared up and let go of the pillow before I even had a breakdown. I grabbed the witchcraft book that I gave her and roamed my eyes around her room for one last time. I left after that with my red Lambo. My eyes were sore as I blinked a few times. I went out of the car and fixed my sunglasses before entering the cemetery where Eula's funeral is being held.

"My mom's file of everything Edward did while in Paris.Offshore banking. Shady deals and hush money." He rubbed his jaw. "Jesus." "She confirmed it. She worked for him and left when things got bad, but she knew all along." He extended his arm to grab the journal and flip through its pages. His forehead furrowed deeper with each name. As soon as he came across the name Alcott, he froze. "This. this can't be right." "Well, she said Alcott was Edward's cleanup guy," I said matter-of-factly. "And that this Alcott might be the person who's been spilling information to Celine."

I asked. He turned slowly. “That woman. Hailey. There’s something… I don’t know. Familiar about her.” I hesitated. “Do you want the truth?” His eyes narrowed. “Why do I feel like I already know it?” I nodded. “She’s uhm—.” His breath hitched. Before he could say anything, footsteps pounded the floor. Lucas came around the corner, pale and breathless. “Emma—” “What?” “It’s Edward. He collapsed.”

He had already understood the warning involved him. “Selene.” His voice sharpened slightly. “What did she write?” Before I answered, Edward laughed again — weaker now, but still dangerous. “Ah.” That single sound turned every head toward him. “You know,” I said. Edward leaned on his cane, pale and bleeding, but smiling as though pain improved him. “I know Elena trusted the wrong instincts at the right times.” Lucien moved toward him instantly. “What is under the chapel?” Edward ignored him. His eyes stayed on me.

“I trust you. Not them.” I step closer, resting a hand on his chest. “This isn’t just any witch. It’s Delaney. And she needs help.” Before he can argue, Kyle walks in, half‑awake, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” Aaron opens his mouth, but I beat him to it. “We’re going to Hallow’s Edge,” I say. “Delaney Warren called.” Kyle’s eyes widen. “The Delaney Warren? The one who disappeared?” “Yes.”

I chuckle, trying to figure out which book I'll have to pretend to read while thinking of how to get into the archive. I lean closer to the table, snatching Ivy's book from her. "Hey! I'm about to read what happened to Edmund!" I look at the cover of the book. THE REVOLUTION: DIVISION OF OUR PARANORMAL WORLD I glance into the page she's reading. Carla pushes Edmund to the wall, her mouth crashing on him with fervent passion. His hands roam- The book is snatched out of my hand. What in the world?! I couldn't read the entire thing, but the brief scan of that page alone was basically written p**n.

the very first day." he said.I hummed in response as he placed a kiss on my neck. I giggled as he littered kisses up to my jaw. His lips claimed mine as I moaned against their softness. Julian pulled me closer. Chests pushed together as I breathed against his lips, eyes glued to his as he stole my breath away.Panting, I pulled back for air as he looked at me amused. I pouted, before pulling his cheeks up in a smile. He rolled his eyes as I giggled. Glancing over my shoulders a file caught my attention. Julian leaned back against the couch and relaxed as I turned back to him."Go ahead." I said.I nearly squealed but managed to keep myself contained and just give him a peck on the lips. I turn

Marcus dims the lights and stands in front of my with his arms across his chest. "First question," he starts as Nathan hovers the wand above my stomach. "What's your full name?" What kind of question is that? I jump and let out a little scream when Nathan shocks my stomach with the wand. "You're answering too slowly," Marcus says. "Cole McCall," I answer quickly and Marcus nods. The wand is moved across my skin but instead of a painful shock it's a strange tingly feeling. "How old are you?" "18." "Good boy, that's better."

“I was the messenger. The one who gave you the Black Pearl long ago.” I tensed. “Long time no see,” he added with a smirk. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, his expression shifting into something colder. “What are you doing, Cullen?” he said sharply. “You altered the Death Book… and now you're bringing a human into your house?” I clenched my jaw and looked away. “I asked you a question,” I said again, firmer this time.