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Passing through leaves and thistles. I tried dodging the itchy leaves but it was still touching me. So I was swatting my palms all over my body. It was getting red and burnt . I wonder where ray is taking me. Like he is not even tired of walking neither is he feeling any itchy because he was just walking boldly. "Ouch it's like this place is itchy. Aren't you getting itchy already ouch!" I whined scratching all over my body but ray kept walking through the leaves.

"Follow me." Without another word, Steve led Celess down a dark alleyway. Celess felt her heart race as they walked deeper into the darkness, unsure of what he had in store for her. But when they emerged into a clearing, she saw something that took her breath away. There, in the center of the clearing, was a beautiful garden, filled with exotic flowers and plants she had never seen before. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming roses and the sound of crickets chirping in the night.

After that part of his plan, there was one more thing he had to do - check out on the crow. The crow, indeed, was dead. Its legs were stretched like after the electrification. Undoubtedly, death came quickly and squeezed the life from its body. But, thanks to it, Victor knew for sure that Bianca’s blood was unique, and if so, another new perspective was open to him. The grandpa just had to set the pace and observe that the rails of the coming events were directed in the right way. “Only God knows how far we can go now.” Victor muttered to himself, putting the dead crow into the rubbish bag.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

Emma also appeared at that moment, her eyes red as she accused me, "Claire, I could overlook it when you plagiarized my designs for your previous assignments… "But this graduation project, the 'Wild Roses' series, is something I created specifically for Victor's birthday. He even helped me with the revisions. How can you still claim you didn't plagiarize it?" All the cameras turned toward Victor in an instant as the reporters waited for his response. I looked at him too. Victor avoided my gaze and said to the reporters, "The 'Wild Roses' design is indeed Emma's creation. When we studied together late at night, I watched her draw the blueprints with my own eyes."

Seraphina’s parents were afraid I would expose what happened back then—after all, it involved a kidnapping—so they no longer dared to stop me. Instead, Seraphina rushed forward in a panic. “You can’t do this, Cassian! “Today is supposed to be our wedding. You’re not allowed to marry someone else!” It was as if I were the one who had done something wrong. Yet hadn’t she herself brought us to this point? What was more, she had already registered her marriage, so why was she still clinging to me? I looked at her coldly. “Did you want the best of both worlds?

"A young woman vanishes without a trace. No evidence. No leads. As if she simply... ceased to exist." "The story fascinated me. I dug deeper, trying to find the truth behind the disappearance — until I came across a novel." My body went rigid. "What did you just say? A novel?" "The world we're in right now — it's a novel. I stumbled into it the same way you did. That's when I realized you didn't just disappear. You crossed over, just like me." "I've been watching you for a while. Everything about you confirmed it — you're the woman who vanished."

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“Then close it.” “I cannot,” I said. “Not from this side.” The cut in the sky widened slowly. Inside it, darkness moved. Not empty darkness. Layered. Textured. Like a place that had never agreed to light existing at all. A ripple passed through the packs. Several wolves whimpered. Others bristled, hackles rising. Rethan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “That is a crossing.” “Yes,” I said. “A deliberate one.” The voice returned, closer now.

“Down at the crossing. Real trouble.” She followed, boots crunching grit, heartbeat surging at the prospect of a fresh adrenaline. The city had always run on simple principles—might, memory, and whoever was crazed enough to outlast the storm. But with each day under Carolina’s rule, the rules seemed less like scripture and more like a game that desperately needed breaking. The “crossing” was two blocks of no-man’s land where the old subway spat out into the surface. Briony waited by the crumbling mouth, one hand jammed in her pocket, the other clutching a battered radio against her shoulder.