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Sophia Bright and I arrived home. It felt strange to walk in after being away for so long. But what felt even stranger was walking in with Bright. It was as if the past came flooding back, but now there was this small glimmer of hope, the hope that things could change. It felt like we had been handed the perfect chance, the one I had always wished for, to get close again. We were back in the place where our official story had begun. A story I never wanted to start... but now, it was a story I never wanted to end.

We all love helping others, and we have skills that are always needed. About a year ago, Bram found me and asked for our help. Some of his men had been poisoned, or so he said. He wanted us to help them. Some of the bunnies were going to go, but I stopped them. I didn't care if it was true. Any man in his gang was bad news, and I was not going to put anyone in his clutches. He was so mad he threatened to kill me until I reminded him what happened last time. I haven't heard from him again, but I doubt he'll stay away forever.

We all knew that despite the love and unions within our individual couples, we’d need to unite as one to take on the future. Thank you for reading BOUND BY A PROMISE. If you haven't read NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina's story, or TILL DEATH DO US PART, Alejandro and Mia's story, I hope you will. The next book in the Brutal Vows series is QUEENS AND MONSTERS, Rei and Jasmine's story.

I muttered, my face turning red as I stared at him. Just then, he removed his hand, scribbling some words in his book, the nurses watching his every step. “I don't know how you would take this information, ma'am,” he said, his voice low, which kind of made me nervous. “What news?” I asked. He exchanged glances with the nurses, shaking his head. What news does he want to say, and why was he delaying saying it? I was alive; that was what mattered, right? “I'm sorry to announce to you that you have ¦lost your baby, and your womb is damaged. It might take a while to heal,” he said without a smile on his face.

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

Each entry held a piece of the story, a glimpse into the forbidden love affair that had haunted our family for generations. The journal chronicled the tale of two souls bound by love, torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. It spoke of their unyielding devotion, their sacrifices, and the insurmountable obstacles they faced in their pursuit of happiness. As the story unfolded, we realized that their love had not only defied societal norms but also ignited the fury of those who sought to keep their union hidden.

My reflection showed a red mark on my neck, and around that mark were hickeys. I slept naked, so I also saw bruises all over my body, especially near my joints. Goddammit! Wait, if the bruises were real, did that mean what happened last night was real too? If that was the case, then my soul must've transmigrated into Nathaniel's doll and shared her senses. Which also meant Nathaniel did have a girl he loved but couldn't get, and he was also a beastfolk! Joy beyond any description filled my heart. I jumped up and down with joy, laughing loudly. Finally, I could blackmail him! I charged right into his company to verify my guess."

For a long time, we stayed like that, two people clinging to each other in the middle of a house built on ghosts and contracts. I thought about my own childhood then and the uncertainty I had survived. I wondered if I should tell him my own secrets. But as I felt his grip on me tighten, I realized that tonight was about him. It was about the boy who liked stories and the man who was tired of being stone. I would let my own story settle for now. I would be the anchor he needed tonight. The midnight movie played on to an empty room, and the only thing that was real was the heat of his skin and the steady, broken rhythm of his heart against mine.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

“But Maybe that’s why they’re giving you to him. And don’t ever imagine he will fall for you. This isn’t a romance novel, Amara. This is real life. And when he’s done with you…. he’ll break you. Like glass.” “Pahhhhhhhhhh” Bianca make a sound of broken glass