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Philip Bottenberg as Vittorio Stanzolio ~Vittorio~ Present- December 22nd, 2035 Vittorio and I are sitting on the couch together. I am showing him some of the garbage. This is better known as the original version of this book. He keeps telling me that the original version is okay. But right now I’m going to show him the evidence. This will prove to him that it’s awful. "Okay. So basically, you think that the book you made sixteen years ago is terrible. However, what I see right here looks fine to me. I think you’re just overreacting," Vittorio says after skimming through the third chapter.

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Hunter asked, and the two ignored him. "What are you reading exactly? Is it romance? Action?" Edgar inquired. Joel answered after a yawn. "Sport anime, Haikyuu. I finished it." Then he yawned again. Yawn is something contagious. Just seeing him yawning made Edgar and Hunter did the same. “A werewolf reading human’s sport anime, that’s very odd,” Edgar laughed. “It will be more funny if a werewolf is reading romantic story,” Hunter added. As soon as he said that, the person standing in front of the line dropped a book.

Chapter 40: The Master Copy The afternoon light cast shadows across the studio illuminating the sleek lines of the mahogany desk and the quiet server indicators on the wall monitor. The Nora Vale network was stable. Across GoodNovel and NovelSnack millions of readers were moving through the parts of The Architecture of Trust. The stressful days of drafting chapters were a memory; the digital infrastructure was now self-sustaining.

They will officially join Class 1-1 tomorrow. Class 1-1. The elite class. The shark tank where every student has a Purity rating of 90% or higher. The comment section is already exploding. Most of the replies are from upperclassmen who are clearly slacking off during lectures. I scroll past the gossip and focus on the user levels. The loudest voice in the thread belongs to a Level 5 user. [God of War - Bore]: Which one of the newbies is the Death God? Stop hiding. Come out and fight me to the death!

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co

They talked about upcoming classes, the strange scholarly intensity of Aurel. I leaned back, feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun on my shoulders and the genuine support of the people around me. For the first time, I wasn't just a girl trying to avoid a tragic ending. I was a player. I was surrounded by a Half-Angel, a Fire Prodigy, a Stealth Master, and a Vampire Prince. "To the first victory," Elara raised her glass of golden cider, her gold-dusted eyes dancing. "To the many more to come," Riven added, his voice dropping into that private, intimate register as he caught my eye.

Rain returned to Garden Metro like a warning. The skies poured with the kind of relentless weight that made time feel slower, heavier. Elara sat at Damien’s long dining table, flipping through a series of screenshots—screenshots Cassidy never intended anyone to see. Group chats. Secret DMs. Mocking nicknames. Detailed plans on how to isolate classmates. Every line oozed cruelty masked as charm. “You’re telling me she actually made a spreadsheet ranking her classmates by ‘usefulness’?” Elara asked, stunned.

Miguel had not been with a woman for a longer time, and this woman warmed him up so much that he could not hold out for too long and came in just a few minutes, groaning loudly with delight. Nadir, hearing his faster and faster breathing, was well prepared. When he came into her mouth, she sucked all his semen without wasting a single drop. Nadir knew Lilith would be very pleased that she had collected so much semen, and most of it belonged to this man. He was a really strong, young and healthy representative of the human race, more specifically, of its male part. Nadir even thought that maybe she should visit him again? She had heard several times about succubus, who had their "favorites" a