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My voice did not shake. The man tilted his head. He didn't have a face, just a shifting darkness where his features should be. "You can call me the Reader," he said. His voice sounded like paper rubbing together. "I am the one who pays for the ink. I am the one who decides if your story ends here or keeps going." Bryan stepped in front of me, his hand on his pistol. "He’s another code, Hazel. Don’t listen to him." The Reader laughed. It was a dry, thin sound. "A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute."

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Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

I took the card and opened it to read the content. "I'm sorry Liliana, but I feel nothing for you. Although I know you don't know the reason why I hate you but I thought you'd realize the truth when it's time, it's nice knowing you, you make me feel what I haven't felt before, but it doesn't change the fact that I always hate you for what you did to me a long time ago. You must be surprised, That you didn't know me but I know you and what your past is. When the right time comes, you will find out the truth about yourself and solve the puzzle. But, now it is goodbye, I am a psychopath like you always said but now I have left for good, I won't taunt you or be your worst nightmare again. I have

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

The Reader looked at him. “Your family?” He laughed. “They’re characters.” Lucien’s eyes darkened. “They’re people.” The Reader tilted his head. “Only because I allow them to be.” Seraphina stepped forward. “No.” The Reader looked at her. His smile disappeared. “You.” Seraphina’s eyes became golden. “You remember me.” “I remember what you were.” “Then you know I cannot be controlled.” The Reader smiled. “I don’t need to control you.” He opened his book.

I did not want to intrude but at that particular moment, my curiosity was far greater than my respect for his privacy. Oh to hell with respect. I grabbed the piece of paper and my eyes scanned its expanse. Feeling so alone Feeling dead inside. Coming so undone Losing all my pride... "Elle...are you coming?" Leatisia interrupted me. I had been so enraptured in reading the first few lines. They were written in red ink and a beautiful cursive. Reluctantly, I let go of the paper and left Xander's office meeting Tisia outside waiting for me.

For some reason, she felt off. “What are you doing?” Zara suddenly asked. “Shut up, Zara. I’m trying to feel some—” She barely completed the rest of her words when a faint creak echoed. Nyra pressed harder. A panel shifted, and her heart raced. Inside the hidden crevice, dust-coated paper lay in a roll. Instinctively, she pulled one out gently. It was a letter with faded ink on it. The crest at the bottom bore the Draven insignia.

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I heaved a sigh again and stared at my wound. “Fool,” I scolded myself for being careless. “You’re stupid, Celeste.” I just continue slicing the last piece of the potatoes without even blinking my eyes, afraid of getting a wound again. I waited for thirty minutes for my meal and eat like a starved monster. After eating, I washed the dishes and went to the living room only to find a book to read. “The Tales Of Love?” I read. Well, I think the book is good to read to so I opened the first page until the story hooked my attention. It was a story of a werewolf and a human. I shook my head. Are there any people like this nowadays?