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Sophia looked at the IV line still in Daniel’s arm. She didn’t see healing. She saw danger. This wasn’t about opportunity. It was about design. Every move had been calculated. Every weakness studied. Every escape route already blocked. And Daniel — kind, open, trusting — had walked right into it. ༺❀༻ Silas didn’t rest. That night, he went to Daniel’s old building. Studied the gas meter. The kitchen. The hallway. Then he pulled the only evidence left: the security footage from the day of the fire.

It was already the first week of December and snow has started to fall on the ground upon having this Daniel used all of his whole week vacation from his school on having a Christmas rush shopping with his lover,Rain.He didn't want to be around with bunch of crowds but he doesn't either want to make Daniel carry all of the heavy things that he might buy on the supermarket for their Chirstmas together on the apartment.

It can be read as a stand-alone novel but if you want to learn better about their previous lives then you might wanna go check out PA first. **~~** Danny and Louis are reborn but one was born with the memories of their past lives while the other stays bound to the last words spoken to him on his deathbed. The only clue to unraveling their eternal bonds lies in their identical birthmarks, one of great meaning and importance. Let's follow Levon and Dylon as they journey through discovery, acceptance, lust, hurt, and uncontrollable love for one another. Hope this time fate smiles better on our boys. **~~** ®©

I gave him a slight nod. “He’s a trauma surgeon,” Daniel said. “Best I’ve ever seen, an ex-military and He… he owes me.” Daniel’s reflection in the glass was tired but he continued “Eight years ago. I was in Morroco for a business deal. There was this ambush back then that he got caught up in. I pulled him out. He was supposed to be dead. I made sure he stayed that way. On paper.” “So he’s a ghost,” I said. “He’s a ghost who can operate when the lights go out,” Daniel said. He finally turned. “And Sienna won’t find him. No one will.”

Ashley looked between us, and I could see the fear creep into her expression. "I don't know what's going on with you, Sienna, but you're not the girl I knew in high school," she said, backing away. "And whatever you're doing now, it's not good. Be careful." She left, and Dante pulled me into a nearby alley, away from the street. "Did you steal those things?" he asked, his voice hard. "No," I said immediately. "I would never. I don't know what she's talking about."

Anger flared, sharper than the morning frost. Trixie lives. She shouldn’t have. He pressed the dagger’s flat edge into his palm, the sting steadying his fury. He fixed his gaze on the distant den’s peak. Every step from this cairn would lead him toward tradition or blood. Toward loyaltyor betrayal. “I spared you,” he whispered into the wind, “but not forever.” With purpose in every stride, Silas vanished into the forest, rage and resolve echoing with each booted step ready to face the heavens he’d broken and the daughters who challenged him.

"From today onward, you're no longer the Chapman family's adoptive daughter. Since you adore your precious Mo so much, you can go to him and ask him to care for you for the rest of your life." Camilla turned and headed to Maurice's manor without another word. I'd never been one for catfights, but I did enjoy a good show. These few days, Maurice had been hovering around me like a ghost that refused to leave, constantly begging for my forgiveness. If that were the case, I had no choice but to send another ghost to haunt him so that I wouldn't need to suffer alone. Soon, news came from Maurice's manor—it seemed he and a young woman had gotten into a fight, and he'd accidentally pushed her into

he muttered through his teeth as we entered the ballroom. We were immediately swarmed. Silva began the tedious dance of corporate networking, nodding along to boring anecdotes about golf and interest rates. I stood by his side, playing the "elegant wife" for exactly twelve minutes until I saw him: Julian Vane. Julian was a minor rival of Silva’s, a man who survived on the scraps of Blackwood deals and had a penchant for condescending to women in business. He strolled over with a smirk that made my skin crawl.

"Is that how you greet paying customers? I thought we were friends." The giant—Silas—looked at Tristan. The red eye narrowed. "The Viper," Silas spat. "I heard you were dead. Or drunk. Usually both." "Rumors of my sobriety are greatly exaggerated," Tristan drawled. "Sit down, Silas. I’m buying." Silas hesitated, then sat heavily on the bench opposite them. The wood groaned under his weight. "Who’s the girl?" Silas asked, gesturing to Saoirse with his claw.

Telling her would only put her in danger. “I’m okay,” I lie. “Just stressed about finals and everything else.” Elara squeezes my arm. “We’re here. All of us. Don’t forget that.” She leaves a few minutes later, and I try to focus again. But my phone vibrates on the desk. Encrypted message. Silvano: Window. Ten minutes. My pulse spikes with a mix of anger and anticipation. I wait twelve minutes just to spite him, then crack the window open. He slips inside like smoke, dressed in black, movements silent and controlled.