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(DARK WORLD) HE draws HIS usual sinister smile. Amused, no, HE is enjoying every bit of what HE is seeing right now. Doing the things that HE could simply ask one of HIS pawns to do. Yet, the way HE wrote this entire book is what it is currently dictating right now. “Aren’t I a genius?” HE asks while giggling and making Valerie and Clayden shiver from deep within their core. But then they couldn’t let it show, nor even breathe a sign of it. Let alone and worse, speaking about it.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

In the meantime, enjoy my world of choices and characters that I hope you fall in love with and follow them on this quest called life. AESTHETICS A collection of wonderful photos, tagged as aesthetics has been carefully and almost perfectly created to meet both the pace and fashion of this book. Variety of applications, combined with the efforts of the author and graphic designers are responsible for the fancy pieces you see. As this book is somewhat filled with flashbacks, ensure that you read through each sentence at the top- Nevertheless, each flashback or any conversion are notably typed in italics for easy understanding. DEDICATION Dedicated to the team behind the writing and the source

That must be a good sign. They walked around the store, and each time Alecia picked up a book, Ryder added it to the stack in his hands. She kept waiting for him to protest even though she knew he wouldn’t. Ryder would spend anything on her. When she had scanned the whole store, and Ryder had at least eight books in his hands, she sat on a bench in front of the magazine section. Ryder sat by her side and looked at the covers of several books. She picked up a Glamour magazine and flipped through it, stopping when she found a picture of a girl with limbs like twigs. The model looked so gaudy with the gold painted all over her body – her eyes held a vague look as though she was already dead. “T

The room smelled of aged paper, coffee, and something unmistakably masculine. Professor Hale sat behind his desk, reviewing my latest thesis draft. At thirty-four, he was the youngest tenured professor in the literature department. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and dark, neatly styled hair that always looked like he had just run his fingers through it after a deep thought. His tailored shirts and quiet confidence made him dangerously attractive. Students whispered about him constantly. I did more than whisper. I had been pushing his buttons for weeks. “Miss Parker,” he said without looking up, his voice low and cultured, “you are fifteen minutes late. Again.”

“Okay, guys. Let's head to the study room. I've got something amazing to show you guys. Elektra skipped to the study room. It was a rectangular space with hundreds of books on the shelf. College was taking a toll on him, or was it his missing wolf? Alcinder reads too much if that's a thing. I mean, this is a lot of books. “Hey! Snap out of your endless thoughts”. Elecktra brought out a giant and rusty book. It had a black cover with gold writings on it and it smelt ancient. It was parched up in many places, it looked like it would fall apart if handled carelessly. At the other end, Alcinder kept watching me with curious eyes. What was his problem today? And Why was that look on his face? Jea

I heard a male say behind me. I turned around and saw a male student walk in. I finished stacking the kits in the back and returned to my desk. Then, my eyes began to scan him, completely. He was so gorgeous. His complexion was of a vanilla mocha color. His muscles went perfectly with his tall frame. He had a bad boy thing going on and to be honest, I liked that. His hair sat at shoulder length, brown and curly. My eyes moved down to the front of his pants and my god. He was well hung for his age. I was able to see his print and my mouth watered as I pictured myself sucking the soul from it. He held a piece of paper in his hand, still looking around the classroom until his eyes landed on me.

"We already went over this dude. No killing my uncle." "You fail to listen to me. It kills the shadow. Not James Crane." In that moment I felt trepidation like I never knew before. What he was suggesting was.....it was beyond murder. That was pure evil. I envisioned myself living a life without the ever present awareness that slithered through my veins like a living thing and shuddered in terror. It would be better to die than to live like that. "You...I ..you can't do that!" "No I won't. You will. Only your objective has changed. The deadline is the same."

He finally introduced me to Selene, she seemed a bit standoffish each time we were together but she didn't go out of her way to be rude to me. She looked like Jordan Alexander from Gossip Girl 2.0, the shitty new season that was very cringe, regardless of this I still managed to watch it all. "It must be nice to travel so much whilst some of us are working shitty jobs every day," I said after she finished a story about their recent trip to France. Fuck. I looked at Grayson to see if he was thinking about the fact that I still do porn, but his face didn't betray any emotions. We were still to discuss that shit that he said about me doing porn.

He stops to pick up a crystal book stand and brings it to the table, setting the leather bag on top. I can feel the book’s energy calling to me. It’s darker than the darkest corner of the underworld and greedy like a starving animal. It’s thick, violent, and hopeless. It is full of despair that feels like it wants to drown you in a pit of hot tar. It is passionate and calculated in all the worst ways. Rage and a seething sense of malice swirl around its edges, so palpable, you can practically feel it on the edges of your fingers.