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She truly believed she was the hero of this story. She turned her cold, dispassionate gaze to my brother. “Subject Zero,” she said, her voice calm and even. “Your first mission. Eliminate the intruders.” Cassian stood up from the pod. He moved with a grace and a speed that was not human. In one fluid motion, he was on the floor, and in the next, he was moving towards me. He did not fight like a man. He fought like a machine, with perfect, deadly efficiency, his face completely devoid of emotion.

Cassian strode boldly from the front line as he pulled down his hood and flashed me a savage grin, moving straight to the altar. Guards lunged desperately but rogues swarmed fiercely and overwhelmed them fast, their claws raked and their teeth snapped in brutal frenzy. I shifted partially and roared loudly, charging forward with Lior at my side while pack warriors rallied frantically behind us. Cassian reached the altar smoothly and snapped the chains easily with his bare hands as he pulled Cassandra close in a possessive hold. She laughed again like a manic and pressed into him as she rubbed her belly still. My claws slashed through two rogues that were blocking my path and blood sprayed ho

“I prefer reading non-fiction in my free time. Most recently, I read Sapiens, by Yuval Noah Harari, which is a history of humans and their social structures. I intend to read the sequel, Homo Deus, next.” “Sounds enthralling,” Andre muttered, rolling his eyes for my benefit. “I assure you it was.” The bartender smoothly replaced the empty margarita pitcher with a fresh one, placing an empty glass in front of Roman. The Englishman nodded his head in thanks. “We read each other’s favorite books,” I explained. “Andre’s is Red Storm Rising.” “By that military tosser Tom Clancy?” Roman scoffed haughtily. “His books are overly stuffed with bollocks acronyms and officer jargon. It’s the rare case w

“What’s inside it?” Cassian’s gaze darkened. “Proof.” “Of what?” “Of crimes that would collapse entire empires.” A chill crept up her spine. “And you,” she said slowly. “What do you want to do with it?” Cassian did not answer immediately. When he did, his voice was low and deliberate. “I want to end this war. Permanently.” Elara studied him, really studied him. The man who could rearrange rooms by entering them. Who kissed like he was claiming ground. Who looked at her like she was both sanctuary and threat.

"So you're saying your story about going back to the past is true?" I nodded briefly. "And you expect me to believe your words?" he asked again. This time, I answered with a shake of my head. "It's up to you whether you want to believe it or not, Cassian. My only goal here is to finish my mission quickly and find the perpetrator of the outbreak." He fell silent again. I thought he was contemplating our next plan. I remained silent next to Cassian, who was busy with his belongings. He opened a suitcase and took out a worn-out book. After reading it for a while, Cassian handed me the book.

In the stones, the pale glow of runes attempts what it always does at such times: the semblance of order, if not its wholeness. Cassian stands at the base of one pillar, his left arm in a sling tied around his neck like an improvised scarf, but the finger of his free hand trembles at his side, betraying how the pain has grown larger than discipline can bear; soot and blood on his face, that strange glassy light in his eyes that moves in the gaze of those who have counted too many numbers today: the fallen, the surviving, the spent arrows, the exhausted brews. When he sees me he nods, and in the nod he breaks off what had just been trembling in his hand.

I can feel it, Cassian is going to leave and this time I won't be able to stop him. The End It saddens me just to think that this story is over. I put so much work into it and I hope everybody reading it saw it. Otherwise I hope you enjoyed reading this book, it's my first to finish on this app. I have other works on W*****d under the same username feel free to check it out. But overall it's the third and the longest book I have so it holds a dear place in my heart. I would love to hear what you guys think about Maya and Cassian's story, and for any questions just hit me up on the comment section I will reply as soon as possible, and sorry for the finish but I wanted to end it in a cliffhang

Leone sassed We all laughed as he kept rolling his eyes at James and Silas. “Well like I said, I will be over there for the weapon distribution. From what I saw from Kiara’s memory, they are really lit. Their uncle, Hephaestus created it for them. They’ve even got attires. A fucking assemble for when a fight breaks out. I really really want” Matthews whined “Haha so bad…you won’t get… I will be getting and rocking the fuck out of it” Stephanie teased “Ugh I will talk to Chaos tomorrow so I can come see. You guys have got my interest so peeked.” Richard grunted out

I run my fingers over the cover, the glossy material shining in the chandelier light. “Bionics?” I look up at him, quirking a brow. “For Cassian.” He shrugs, picking up the book and turning it over in his hands. “He’s on one recently.” “What do you mean?” I ask with a laugh. I hop up and sit on the edge of the table, swinging my legs. “What does on one mean?”

“The kind people don’t survive remembering.” Elara didn’t ask again. But curiosity doesn’t die just because it’s ignored. Cassian began bringing her books—not random ones, but books about power, empires, and old wars. “You think I’m going to study in my own prison?” Elara asked. “No,” he said. “I think you deserve to understand the world that decided your fate.” She flipped through one. “These are about men who thought they were gods.” “And women who were forced to clean up after them.”