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The pious purist still preferred to wear his 14th century priest garments during meetings. Beside him was Raoul Mercer, a man built like a fortress. Once Lucien’s best friend, there wasn’t a day that now went by that Raoul wouldn’t sneer wickedly at him, his jaws clenching so tightly in eternal distrust. Next to Raoul was Lady Isolde Lennox, an English noblewoman with fine alabaster skin and eyes older than the earth. “Lucien Draeger”, Dorian intoned. “You’re late.” “I’m not”, he replied coolly. “I am precisely on time. You are simply impatient.”

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.

“Your incredulity is answer enough. I have to say I’m disappointed. You were at the top of my list. I guess I now have to work my way down.” Blake frowned. I guessed he wasn’t used to people saying they were disappointed in him. He was probably the perfect, golden child and apple of his mother’s eye. Dahlia Harrington, the great philanthropist herself, was looking out at us on the balcony right now, her eyes narrowed. “I need to go. I don’t have any more time to waste on you. I’m sorry,” I said, struggling to free myself. I was weak from my ineffective chemo, so, there was really no getting away.

Her silence otherwise is deafening; my letters go unanswered, floating into the void like ships without a port. My greatest betrayal weighs on me like a shroud—Declan. I'd taken an oath to bring him down, but love wasn't part of the plan. The man who should have been nothing more than a target stole my heart and soul. And as each day passed within the walls of our marriage, I found myself sinking deeper into an abyss where duty and desire warred with no victor in sight.

[The Architecture of Ashes] The skyline of the city didn't look like a center of commerce anymore; it looked like a ledger of debts about to be settled in blood. Dante Moretti sat in the back of a blacked-out SUV, his face illuminated only by the rhythmic, amber flash of the streetlights passing by. He hadn't slept in seventy-two hours. Sleep was a luxury for men who had something to lose; Dante had already lost the only thing that kept his soul anchored to the earth.

I waited for grief to come. I waited for sadness. I waited for something. Nothing came. "How did it happen?" I asked quietly. Vincenzo answered without changing his expression. "He owed large gambling debts to several underground groups in the city. They came to collect what he owed. He ended up falling from a building." I absorbed his words slowly. Neil Dawson had spent his life destroying other people because of greed, gambling, and money. In the end, those same things destroyed him. There was something almost complete about it, as though his life had finally reached the ending it had always been moving toward.

But ambition unchecked can turn to poison, and she had drunk deeply. “Thank you, Daniel . Keep this low for now.” “Yes, sir.” With a hand through my hair, I hung up and threw the phone on the desk. The pieces were starting to fall into place, but the picture they painted was far from what I wanted. I filled a glass with whiskey, swirling it around in the glass as the amber liquid caught the faint light. Camille’s betrayal wasn’t shocking—it was predictable. What wasn’t predictable was the mess she had dragged Naomi into.

They got to the room only to see Niko's head casted down, his body loosed as he danged on the pole he was being chained to. Lucifer was astonished by the appearance as blaze walked towards it to inspect it. "Don, he's truly dead!" He muttered but Lucifer subconscious mind says something else. He rubbed his temples slowly, his eyes darting around the room. He had plans of buttering him....but his soul seems to be ahead of him. "Dispose the body!" He said sharply and left, pocketing his hands. "Yes Don!" ★★★★★ BLOOD VESSELS CLAN* Fingers clicked on the keyboard as the sound echoed around the room, Roberto sat gallantly on one of the chairs assigned for him while watching the hackers he had hir

Noelle’s face half lit by chapel candles, her lips parted, and her eyes wide with that mix of defiance and innocence that had driven me half mad. I hadn’t even realized I’d saved it. My thumb brushed over the image before a low, humorless chuckle escaped me. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, Mrs. Blackwood,” I murmured. I set the phone down, took a long sip of my drink, and turned toward the city. The view stretched endlessly, glittering, untamed, and alive. Just like the chaos I was about to unleash. They had absolutely no idea what the hell was coming for them

But unfortunately it would take more than strength to survive the loan sharks Eric borrowed twenty million dollars from. “Here,” Nessa handed me a glass of water, after discharging the male nurse. “I know this is hard, Adele. But Eric is indeed dead,” she said softly, but I caught the excitement beneath all that softness, as she showed me the death certificate she had signed. I guess she couldn't wait to live a life of luxury after all this drama. Nessa urged me to drink the water, and that's when I remembered what happened after I drank the water in the past.