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It will be a long time before anything changes. There are a lot of other people who are more disabled than I am and in worse pain, which is truly appalling. Does it give them any consolation to open up a diary? Or, on the other hand, would they say they are adequately ready to keep everything in their spirits? — I used to want to read, but now I find that all books bore me. I can't check out anything, and more importantly, I hate myself. My spirit is furious. Again, Nina returned, to a lunch get-together this time. It was a horrible day with a heavy downpour. She told me of her connections—as a

Eileen went to the library and took some books about promises. She forgot about what happened yesterday; she's busy trying to figure out how to awaken her promise. After reading some books, she went to the cafeteria. Looking for a table to sit, she saw Tracey waving at her with a smile on her face. “So, How’s your training?” Amana asked. Everyone was there having their lunch. “Still no improvement.” She sighs. She can only create sparks and it’s still not enough.

"We do this together." "Together," she agrees. Through the bond, I feel her determination. Her rage. Her unbreakable will. My mate. My Luna. The most dangerous being in the supernatural world. And she's just declared war on everyone who profits from pain. Caleb clears his throat. "There's something else in the files. A name that keeps appearing. Not a buyer. A partner. Someone funding multiple facilities." He slides a document across the table. I read it. Go cold.

Prince Lorenzo's father ordered and in a swift movement the heir had a sharp golden blade on my throat while I stared at him heartbreakingly. "All__all these years?!" I stammered while a tear rolled down my left eye. He only pressed the cold blade more against my skin. I closed my eyes walking down memory lane from where it all started. Nothing made sense right now and it probably never would as I was currently staring at death in the face, from the hands of my lover. All in all, I never thought my desire was ever going to be my doom. "I am pregnant, Lorenzo__" I confessed, wanting him to know he was about to murder two beings. One was a human he betrayed and the other? The seed he planted i

He looked at me, a dark, reckless smirk touching his lips. "Ready to burn the books, Donna?" I reached into my waistband, my fingers closing around the ceramic blade. "I never liked reading anyway." The first volley of gunfire shredded the silence of the cathedral, and the red light of the emergency flares turned the marble into a river of blood.

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27 I won’t lie about what I do and don’t remember. The eye in my forehead flutters like a black moth caught in a bad dream, fetching the images that shadow the back of my mind. Because the cliff-edge dividing what was and what is…the ink dot that bleeds in place before the line changes course. It starts falling down right about here. We made waffles and we burned them. And then my mother told me about Uncle Steve. ***

Author Pov. Hearing Jack's words Damon's eyes turned invisible gun shooting every type of bullets towards the smirking man in front of him... Damon gritted his teeth... Damon has a really short temper. He can become angry real fast... And that is somehow considered his weakness... And Jack knows how to use this weakness against him... Damon: What the fuck did you just say. Jack smirked before stepping closer to Damon. Jack: My baby girl Liliana. You may not know but she was great in bed. I had so much fun with h--

Dovydas reassures me with a bright smile. "I will begin preparations for your departure, so please be ready. You should know, Eleonora, that the lands of the Horde of Fates is covered in snow; they have blizzards almost daily. These lands are very dangerous. Be sure your mate is well-protected; humans are very weak against the cold," Norveig informs me with a face of indifference.

As I fingered through the book, with no title, words began to glow and singed onto the worn parchment like magic. Inanna had stirred and I could feel the Lycan blood in me shift, each drop moving and flowing like lava through my veins and my eyes lit up like beacons absorbing the words from the page. It startled me and I dropped the book to the floor. As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister.