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he asked and she looked at him confused, not knowing what to say or why she wanted this promise from him. Lauty and truth, and only mute despair remains; and in the end fear comes to drive out of mankind itself. Aldous Huxley.ove drives out fear and fear drive out love. And it is not only loving that fear drives out; it drives out intelligence, goodness, every thought of be

I could feel his eyes bore into me and his anger and fear burned their way down the bond. "I won't let you-" Erik started. "It's not your choice to make," I said, cutting him off. Standing up, I grabbed the book before Erik could stop me. The book lit up as soon as my fingers made contact. Electricity filled me as the book hummed in satisfaction. "What is it you wish to see? The past is full of history. The present is full of uncertainty, and the future holds great mysteries. Speak my name, my sweet child, open me, let me show you what is to come." Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious.

"Always being looked at, no room for mistakes. Maybe that's why everybody detested him for marrying my mother. Because everybody was staring, everybody was waiting for him to screw up." "Perhaps," Lucas agreed. "If your father wasn't as godly as he was, maybe my father would have helped him cover his mistakes. But like you said, everyone was waiting for a reason to throw him off his throne. Especially with the number of enemies he has." I swallowed the lump in my throat. Suddenly, the desire for having another drink became strong. I gave in to another glass because holy fuck! Who wouldn't want a drink after the bomb? A secret for a secret. Trust. This is trust, Caterina. Why Lucas was so inv

Jorfit smiles and nods his head as a greeting the second we stop by the side table, around which as a whole we structure a circle; I half-smile back at him, but just out of politeness, and glance at the Fear Specialists book and the seven duplicates lying on the glass table. "My mom's book club usually has more wine," Linda says, her eyes on the books. — Well, most likely, they will not read books that cause brutal fantasies, says Sasha. I sit down to show my consent with her. — That is the reason why Greece is here, says Angel . My eyes travel to the coyote and I keep wondering if it would be unseemly for me to get any information about his experience with dreams triggered by Valack 's book

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But shame still sat heavy in my chest, a familiar weight I'd carried for years. "Because it's embarrassing," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Nice girls aren't supposed to read books about..." I waved my hand vaguely at the cover, unable to say the words out loud. "About what? Love? Passion? People finding each other?" Liam moved closer, and I caught a hint of his cologne, something clean and masculine that made my thoughts scatter. "There's nothing wrong with that, Deborah. Nothing shameful about wanting to read stories that make you feel something."

I took it to my private sitting room and sat down with the book open on my lap. I read every word carefully. The pages talked about touches and movements that could bring real pleasure instead of just duty. Heat grew under my skin as I pictured Lucian doing those things with me. My body woke up more. The wet ache from breakfast came back stronger. I turned the page and tried to picture letting go of my old fears. Survival had made me guard everything. This book showed something new. Something shared and wanted. A knock came at the door and before I could answer Maren walked in. She saw the book in my hands and stopped for a moment. Surprise showed on her face but only briefly. My cheeks burn

"Because I am afraid, Liora, I am afraid, I am afraid to love him, afraid to be loved, afraid to be happy, afraid of everything, everything, everything, I am afraid he will leave, that he will abandon me, that he will forget me, the way Sabrina abandoned me, forgot me, the way Viviane abandoned me, forgot me, the way my father lied to me, hid from me, betrayed me, the way all those who should have loved me, protected me, defended me, didn't, left, fled, abandoned, let go, forgot, everything, everything, everything, I am afraid, Liora, I am afraid of suffering, afraid of being hurt, afraid of being destroyed, afraid of losing what I have, what I built, what I earned, what I stole, what I took

Their souls seemed to transcend every barrier, reaching the she-wolf they She smiled faintly at them. This was something they would never possess. They held absolute power in their hands and lived in the lap of luxury, yet they could never again touch that warmth they once knew. Remorse would haunt them for the rest of their lives, plunging them into daily cycles of agony and relentless torment. They would never find happiness again. They had lost their love. They had lost Serena. For all the days of their lives, they would never again know a single moment of joy.

Throat tight. “I’m scared,” I admitted. “If I give it back… will everything go away? The way they want me? Will I go back to being… invisible?” She took the book and pen gently. Looked at me—really looked. “Everything the book gave you that was not yours will fade,” she said softly. “But what was always yours… stays.” I didn’t understand. But I handed it over anyway. The next morning, I woke up and reached between my legs.