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He assured her. For a few days, Melissa's life went by in a daze. She was finally discharged and able to go home. Master Graden had meticulously taken care of her place while she was 'away', and the first thing she noticed was her white roses. They were blooming beautifully, as if welcoming her home. Melissa's hand caressed the flowers lovingly and her thoughts drifted to Prince Xavier. She smiled at the memory of the kind Prince. As if strike by something, Melissa ran to her room and there, on her bedside table was that fateful novel she had read before she met with the accident. Melissa quickly flipped to the last chapter of the book and read carefully.

One that both Flameborne and Verdance would kill to control, or destroy. Cassia was inside the Hall of Memory now, with Rhea and the girl from Verdance, whose name, they had learned, was Elyra. She claimed to be Cassia’s second cousin. Claimed she defected from Verdance to protect her. Liam wasn’t convinced. But Nova… Nova wanted to believe her. And Liam understood. When everything you knew crumbled, you reached for anything that looked like it might hold. Even if it was sharp. Inside the Hall of Memory, Cassia stood between two flames, one white, one violet, each hovering mid-air in stone bowls carved with ancient runes.

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

Talk about being a heavy sleeper. "I can't believe I have to carry you,"I mumbled to myself,as I dragged him throwing him on the coach. I changed into something cold as a noticed a text on my notification bar.Checking the text I realized it was Ella James the lady who I sold the Morrone's land.She was inviting me to a masked dinner at her place. After the house burned down three years ago the bodies were ashes so the family decided to burry empty caskets during the funeral.

"Don’t worry about that. You never heard it to remember it. My name is Delma. And yes, I had a family. My husband drowned in the lagoon when he had gone for his daily fishing, he had gone with a friend of his, also a fisherman, and both drowned. It's been years since then, I was still young and beautiful. I cried for his loss and mourned him for months, but life goes on, I was still young, beautiful, and lustful. I wanted to live my life. I had decided that if I was given a second chance at marriage, I would take it, although I would never forget my first husband.

As she first looked into her room, she immediately gasped and was unable to stifle it this time. Emilia's room had white walls with transparent shelving. Across the shelving, fairy lights were draped in an orderly fashion to brighten up her room. Everything in her room looked white and aesthetic and neat. Over on the far side of the room, Emilia owned a spotless white desk with a matching White Mac book for homework. In the centre of the room, there was a bed with grey and white stripes patterned across it. It looked like something brought to life out of a fashion magazine. "I love it!" Alice exclaimed, looking enviously around the room. "It's literally the nicest room I've ever stepped into

Thamer closes his eyes and gathered all his energy and called the six demons inside him to wake up and let him transform until a cloud of smoke begun to appear and in one moment a demon from twenty years ago came back. He saw their opponents and as he started to blurt out the flames coming from his mouth, some of them turned to ashes. Lancelot and Damian, we're on their way to the location but they had no idea that Ramses was following them. They saw from afar that the place was burning. They saw a brood of vampires approaching and they thought that they will hurt them but they feel relieved when all of them went straight to the location. Martha, Drake, Dave, and Diana find a place to hide.

But she decided not to rat her out. As Cleo's reassuring touch lingered, Melina slowly rose from her seat, her legs quivering with anticipation. Each step towards the table felt like a monumental achievement, a small victory over the invisible chains that bound her. Finally reaching the table, she was greeted by the tantalizing aroma of warm garlic bread and the vibrant colors of the mixed green salad. Just as Cleo was about to leave, Melina's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Meemaw, can I ask you something?" she inquired, her tone tinged with hesitance.

It was his damn fault, he hurt the girl he loves and she is dying slowly in a hospital yet he can’t do anything, and he remembered her saying he didn’t deserve to claim loving her, he was heartless. Most celebrities that Amelia Rose had helped out of the claws that could have sent them down came to see her so was mother Pauline and most of the children she grew up with in the orphanage. Mrs Jones stood at the far corner and watched the kind of love this girl had yet she didn’t notice it and it was already late. She knew that by tomorrow morning arrives they would preparing for Amelia Rose's funeral. Finally at the end of the day some unexpected visitor appeared, She stared at Amelia through

Just as she rounded the fence, she heard it — the slow crunch of gravel. Ember turned sharply. At first, she didn’t recognize the woman. But then came the eyes — grey-blue, sharp even with years softening their edges. “…Delia?” Delia Wellesley gave a hesitant smile. “Hey, Em.” Shock worked through Ember’s chest like a punch. “You’re alive?” Delia nodded. “Alive. And late, I know.” Ember stared. Delia — her cousin, her once-best friend, her missing piece — was standing in front of her like time hadn’t broken them in two.