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Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

After few tense seconds where Willow peeked into the room and checked if the vampire is still bound, Brenda said, "there is something here" "Oh my god!" "What?" "There is something on dark rituals" "Dark magic? Isn't it forbidden" "Yes. But not everyone follows the rules. It says if the mage or witch sacrifices a supernatural on that day, that person will gain its power" "But they can normally gain power by other means. What's so special about it?" "They will become immortal, Willow" "Fuck!" Willow swore. It seems that all she is doing lately is swearing. "Not only that" "There is more?"

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Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

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“The Blackwood Academy—a place where Elites connect to Elites, and the rich get richer.” ♣️ ETHAN ♣️ The Blackwoods were in the room, and I knew at this point that their connection with the Al Khaleds ran deeper than anyone expected. Something sinister lurked beneath the surface. “Be alert. You can’t afford to come back without lucrative information,” Salvatore’s words echoed in my mind as I took a sip from my wine glass. The hall was filled with members of the exclusive club, all with calculating eyes and dirty minds to match.

Reduced to a faint howl beyond the castle walls. Estelle rolled beneath the blankets. Then went still. Her brows knit into a frown. Something felt wrong. Or perhaps not wrong. Something felt missing. Her eyes lazily opened and beheld the dim light. Heavy storm clouds smothered the morning sky, allowing only pale strands of sunlight to slip through the narrow gaps between the shutters. The room remained draped in shadows, though dawn had clearly arrived. The hearth crackled softly nearby. Someone had replenished the fire. Fresh logs burned within the stone fireplace, releasing a pleasant heat that chased away the chill lingering in the chamber. Golden light danced along the walls and ceiling,

Yet, no matter how much time passed, I couldn't close my eyes. I'm terrified of the dark, and I lay there, petrified, for some time, before I worked up the courage to speak. "Xander?" He didn't respond. "Xander, please. I can't sleep in total darkness. Can you turn the lamp on?" Around us, the shadows formed frightening shapes, and I had to bite back a cry. I had always found trouble sleeping in a pitch-black room. Back home, I would always leave a lamp on its lowest light or something like that because if not, my eyelids wouldn't meet and my mind wouldn't stop playing tricks on me. Let's not even talk about my petrified heart.

Handing the weapon back to Reggie who stood staring wide eyed Summer kept her gaze fixed on the now dead man whose blood was steadily pooling around him. "Ruthless." Reggie muttered as an appreciative smile began to spread across his face. "Hm?" Summer asked tearing her gaze from the man. "Is that guy that important to you?" Reggie asked. "I know how much you dislike killing, but you didn't hesitate to kill that man. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Summer admitted smiling. Even though she had said yes, what Asher was to her was so much more than important, he was her light in the world of darkness she had always lived in.