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Micheal opened it. A single photograph slid into his desk. His facial expression darkened. It shows Vivian Salvatore leaving St. Mary's hospital a few minutes ago. Scrawles across the bottom in red ink were six chilling words Choose wisely. You can't save both. Michael stared at the photograph,his heartbeat quickened. For the first time,it dawned on him that Vivian Salvatore wasn't caught merely in the same mystery as Sandra's. She was the mystery's next target. Michael starred at the photograph

And in the glow of the chandeliers, for one suspended heartbeat, Elara felt the shift. Lucian was no longer just her protector. He was becoming something else Something she shouldn’t crave, Something she shouldn’t trust, Something she couldn’t stop falling toward. And Damien… Damien saw it. The obsession sparked like gasoline behind his eyes. And the war for Elara had just begun. The air inside the ballroom felt too thick, too bright, too watched. Elara needed to breathe. Lucian saw the panic before she could hide it. He didn’t ask. Didn’t hesitate.

I denied it firmly, but Ajal just laughed out loud—a rich, knowing sound that echoed softly in the quiet air between the clouds. "That thing you call impossible is not as vague or rare as you think, Eros," he said gently, looking at me with eyes that had seen centuries pass by. "I have known an angel before… a very powerful and high-ranking angel… who fell deeply, hopelessly in love with a mortal woman, just like you are doing now." I looked at him, and suddenly, I felt a sharp sense of anxiety and curiosity rising within me. I wanted to know everything. Who was he? How did he survive Father’s trial and punishment? What became of their forbidden love? And what happened to him in the end?

He was born a Beta, and was happy to stay a Beta. “It’s not your fault,” he said, shaking his head. “I guess I haven’t really come to terms with how it all happened in my mind just yet.” “It’s ok, babe,” she replied, straddling him once again and kissing his neck. “We can try again.” Just then his phone started buzzing on the bedside table. He looked at the screen and saw Lucas’ name. With a little trepidation, he answered the call. “It’s done, Dane. Alpha Marcus is dead.”

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

Headlines wrote themselves in seconds: THE WOMAN WHO DEFIED BLOOD. THE GIRL WHO CHOSE THE FALLEN HEIR. JULIA BAILEY: SCANDAL’S SWEETHEART OR THE TRUTH-TELLER? Brandon’s fingers tightened around hers as if grounding himself. “If they smear you—” “They already did,” she whispered back. “So let me choose how the story ends.” His throat bobbed. The man who once fought the world with anger now fought tears instead.

“What are you really after, Maximus?” “You can trust me,” I said, holding his gaze. “The Baldocchis’ are already crumbling. They’ve suffered loss after loss. I’m doing exactly what needs to be done to end them. Gianna… she’s just another layer of destruction—one that cuts deeper. One that breaks Nicholas Baldocchi from the inside out.” He tilted his head, studying me with those cold eyes of his. The silence stretched between us and I knew he was trying to peer into my fucking soul and sniff out any signs of weakness or…betrayal.

“You left this behind.” “How? What?” Amilia stammered. “You were busy with other things so I figured that I’ll just pick this up for you,” the Fallen shamelessly said. “I mean, you were supposed to be somewhere, right? What are you doing here?” Amilia looked around her but there was no other being in sight aside from the both of them. She looked at the Fallen again and to the grimoire in his hands. She walked up to him and tried to get the book but the Fallen was quick to dodge her hand and raised the book. Because he was taller than her, reaching it would be a problem.

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.