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he continued, “to step back. If not for her dignity, then for your own. Leave her be. Guard your honour, and hers. That is the way of men.” Abhiman’s jaw tightened, his pride stung. Yet beneath the sting lay truth, and truth was harder to bear than insult. He lowered his gaze, swirling the wine in his goblet though he had no taste for it. “You think me careless,” he murmured. “I think you too entangled,” Ayman corrected softly. “And I would not see you fall because of it.” Abhiman glanced at him, searching for mockery, but found none. Ayman’s face was calm as stone, his voice without venom. He spoke not as rival nor judge, but as one who had measured the path and warned of the cliff beyond i

Showing that book to King Azure and dusting off the grains of years old sand , he gestured the king to read the title. " THE BOOK OF HIDDEN POWERS” . The king Gave him a look of not understanding and asked him .." Why are you giving me this book .?" Amyl said .." My king, I am not giving you this book. Rather, I m showing you this book that we would find all the answers to our questions in this book." saying this he settled over the floor which wasn't cleaned since 40-50 years and was way too dusty and muddy than the outer part of the house.

Amy answered. "What are you talking about?" Zaykee asked as Amy walked towards him, passing Kai and Von. "Why would a girl follow you around, yet you just met seconds ago?" Amy answered again. After reaching Zaykee, she gets the book from him and effortlessly opened it. Therefore, everyone's eyes enlarged from what they have witnessed. "B-But how?" Astrid stuttered. "Because I am the KEY GIRL," Amy answered once again, but with Astrid's question this time.

I looked down at my hands defeated, knowing she always says that but ends up coming back after another month. " Now get ready, and come to eat some breakfast, me and Ayman will be waiting for you." I flinched. Uncle Ayman. The man mom considers as a hero when actually he is a zero. The man that made my life a living hell. My mom's husband, My stepfather.

She sat at the table, smiling until her eyes fell on the title—”Manners and Etiquette: A guide for proper ladies. ‘How dare he? Bastard!’ Ayla thought before throwing the book across the room. She forgot all about the food as she started pacing around the room. She hated—hated—King Rhobart and one day, she promised herself, she would leave Nordmar behind and go far, far away, to some remote place where no one ever heard the name Rhobart.

It was how I got to know his full name. Elian Aamir Abdu. The star of the book: The Rejected Alpha.' "How do you know all that?" Elian asked quietly, stunned, and I felt my world crash around me. I choked on my breath, trying to focus my eyes and steady the rhythm of my heartbeat. I was in a book! The reality sent a crashing wave around me, and soon I was hyperventilating, gasping for air. This can't be true. "Anisa, is everything okay?" I heard Elian's voice far ahead, as though he was miles away from where I sat.

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“Psh. You're thick, with brains like molasses. You summoned a demon lord, not Fluffy the Persian.” Anya regained her composure and followed the protocol Baba Yaga had taught her: “Cherti! I demand you tell me your name.” “Boniface’s butt, there's no need to yell.” The cat scratched its ears in pain. “The name's Aym, Flamin’ Aym: duke of hazard, firebrand of Hell. I'm a Goetic demon. 26 legions are mine to command. I enjoy burning things, feline fatales, and bowls of cream. Some call me a pyromaniac. I prefer to think of myself as a cigarette: addictive, flammable, and occasionally deadly. Now, what does a gent have to do around here to get some cream?” Aym flicked his tail and se

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"If that’s what you want, Amaya, then enjoy it. I have better things to worry about” I turned my back on her, walking toward the exit with rigid, steady steps. As I pulled the heavy oak doors open I felt something heavy land painfully hard on my back. A novel fell to the ground and I turned to see my attacker, Amaya glaring at me, her chest heaving. “Amaya, did you just throw a book at……” “FUCK YOU, BANE”