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6 th April 2021 The thoughts' endless chain was interrupted by Aura . "Ma'am your pasta ." "Aura please dust those paintings there they look quite unkept ." "Ok , ma'am .I will "Aura had already fetched the cloth duster tied to a stick and started dusting when suddenly she started screaming and dropped the duster .The white cloth duster was transformed to crimson colour with drops of red liquid dripping. "Are you Okay Aura " Lily and Lisa had already rushed to the dining room.

My eyes grew twice the size of a ping-pong ball. "Don't look at me like that, she's got nice butt!" Cammie just said as if it would justify her naughty deed. "Besides she helped me with my Sanskrit homework, so I made her scream my name along with her Hindu gods." "You're going to hell, Cam, you know that," I said, even I'm not religious. "I bet hell is full of fabulous people like me." She smirked.

"Haha, ya, you just never make it there." "True, the couch always calls to me." I get up and go into the spare room to get dressed. I walk into a big room with large windows and deep red linens and curtains. I see the suit and shoes on the vanity. There is a painting of a white and back wolf on the wall it's howling at the moon. I am mesmerized by the detail. I turn away and go to grab my shirt when I notice a picture of Link, a guy with raven black hair and blue eyes and the girl. The girl I have been dreaming about. I grab the picture, and it's like I am sucked into a memory of her. All in leather and a sword, she is fighting, but who or what, it's all a blur. "Link! Who is this??"

She kept me in a cell that smelled like piss and feces. We should get you into a bath. If he was injured, especially with open cuts, he needed to clean up. Infection could occur even though it was rare for shifters. Once I’m clean, we can have sex. He started to get up and grimaced, his body falling back down. His breathing became ragged, telling me everything. I squatted beside him again and set my water on the floor. Babe, you can’t even sit up, and you want to have sex?

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

Hope still knelt at the center, the Crystal beneath her pulsing again, the final surge. A blinding burst erupted outward. WHITE. PURE. HOLY. Every creation of Euthanasiá, scorpions, corrupted beasts, lingering shadows, all shuddered. … cracked… … and burst apart into nothingness. No dust. No remnants. Simply gone. The shockwave lifted Hope from her knees and tossed her backward gently, as though the light itself refused to harm her. She rolled to the ground, small and fragile, until she came to a soft stop. But the moment the crystal released her fingers—

“Do either of you intend to behave even slightly like civilised men while we’re here?” “Civilised is boring,” Corvin said cheerfully. “I’d rather amuse the enemy. Or at least myself.” Edric rolled his eyes. “If amusing yourself involves making us all look like fools, I’ll consider it a minor war crime.” “War crime? Really, Edric. Must you always ruin the fun with technicalities?” Corvin tossed his hair back, the sunlight catching just enough gel to glint like a jewel. “I’m an artist, darling. If my art is lethal, it is simply a happy accident.”

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

Although he may not possess the same overwhelming power as the other male, a distinct aura of strength enveloped him. He patted the nurse's back and swiftly left the room. The nurse, now standing before me, held up an injection. Its liquid was a vivid shade of red, and I recalled my mother mentioning that red often contained herbs used to weaken wolves, rendering them fragile and susceptible, typically employed in times of war.

Suri looked at Rustin in shock, asking, "Is what Mr. Hart said true?" Esther calmly explained, "Cursing is a form of witchcraft. Since the Witchcraft Uprising, cursing has gradually been marginalized and eventually found its way to Saffronesia. Nowadays, only Saffronesians practice cursing." Suri instantly understood everything. Just a few months ago, someone from Lumigen approached Suri, proposing to invest in Glory Investment Group. Without hesitation, Suri rejected them on the spot. It was after that negotiation that Suri started having nightmares.