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"We saw him surrender." "I know what I saw," I snapped. "And I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to kill him myself." I turned away from the fire. I looked out the grimy window. The moon was rising over the burning city. It was a blood moon. "We rest tonight," I commanded. "At dawn, we move." *** Dawn broke grey and brutal. The snow had started falling in the night. It covered the burning city in a blanket of white, hiding the scars but not the heat.

Alessia Volkov I didn’t sleep much. Between Stassie’s tear-stained confession and the image of Viktor Natov's cold eyes, my mind had been restless, ricocheting between dread and helplessness. When I finally slipped out of bed, the penthouse was silent, bathed in the soft grey light of early morning. The city outside hadn’t quite woken up yet it was in that liminal space between night and day, when even the chaos paused to breathe. I padded barefoot into the kitchen, tying my robe as I went, determined to do something useful like cooking breakfast. A distraction, really. Something normal. Familiar. Something that didn’t involve betrayal, blackmail, or the question of who might die next.

“At least tonight was unforgettable.” The world is still spinning around me and all I want to do is lie down and take a nap. I depleted myself using that much energy. “You kicked its ass.” Nicole shuffles over. “That was…that was…” “Incredible,” Lucas finishes. “I was going to say insane and dangerous.” “I suppose it had a little of that all mixed in.” Lucas twists my hair in his hand, moving it off my back. “Are you all right, my love?” “I don’t think I’m going to puke anymore,” I tell him ruefully. “The world isn’t spinning as much.” I sway on my feet as I turn around and look at the building. “Is it over? It…it turned into rats.”

Evelyn tried to block me, but I shot back at her, "How are you going to handle the fallout when everyone saw her deliver a stillborn?" Evelyn clammed up fast. As I walked away, I caught her reflection in the wall, sneakily making a call. That was probably to Sean. However, Sean had just taken a nasty fall down the stairs. He was sprawled out, unable to move, nursing what had to be a broken arm or leg. That wimp, too scared to even deal with a little pain, would not be picking up the phone. Bennett and his mom gave me suspicious looks as I walked out of the operating room, still pregnant.

Chapter Twenty Nova POV: Tyler I saw no reason to step outside my room today, not when my internship one-week rest break officially started. Except maybe to raid the kitchen for food and drinks. Mostly, I wanted to avoid bumping into Grant or any of his minions. I wasn’t risking a repeat of last night. I hadn’t stepped outside since fleeing to my room and locking the door with my keys like my life depended on it. I woke in the middle of the night, hoping to distract myself with my stories, but the scene I’d stumbled into earlier refused to leave my head. Not even paranormal thrillers, erotic fantasies, or the sweet memory of my date with Tyler could erase it.

I want you…I bit my lip, the taste of sin and lust driving me insane. The isolation gnawed at me, so I slipped away to the balcony for fresh air. The night sky stretched above me, jeweled with stars but no moon. The breeze kissed my skin, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the peace until it shattered at the touch of a rough hand on my bare back. “What the hell!” I spun, panic flaring, only to see a pot-bellied man with a greasy smile. Recognition hit me like bile. Caleb. Beatrice’s nerdy brother from high school, now aged and foul.

Their shared cries and the slick sounds of their joining colored the night, while the distant city lights glowed below—silent, indifferent witnesses to the boundary they had willingly crossed. ****tbc****

However, with all the stress and trauma of the evening, her past returned to her in her sleep, violently. Someone was kicking her on her stomach, punching her face, throwing a heavy, dirty rug on her… --- Please send in your comments and reviews, if you like the novel!

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Drew and Jette faced the uncertain day ahead—a day that held the promise of unraveling the mysteries that lingered in the shadows of dreams and the echoes of a past that seemed to resurface in the most unexpected ways. The dawn broke with hues of soft pinks and golds, casting a gentle glow upon the apartment as Jette and Drew sat on the edge of their bed, grappling with the residual unease from the night's disturbance. The old journal, a silent witness to the unfolding events, lay between them like a bridge between reality and the inexplicable. "Drew," Jette began, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination, "the book from my

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