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Just then an ear-splitting shriek of pain echoed through the floor making Jaxon’s smile broaden. “What the hell was that?” Saraid asked, covering her ears. “That Lil’ Witch was your present.” Jax took her hand and led her further into the mansion until they came to the cellar stairs, “After you.” She placed her palm on the damp stone wall as she carefully descended the steps one careful step at a time. Her vampire vision was great, but she still struggled with adjusting to the dark. When she finally stepped down to the solid concrete floor, she allowed herself to release the breath she had been holding only to jump at the sound of a woman’s agonizing scream of pain.

“Yes?” “This is Mara Ellison from Horizon Literary Agency. I’m reaching out because we’ve come across an anonymous manuscript that’s been circulating in underground literary circles for the past few months. It’s a powerful, raw exploration of emotional neglect in a high-society marriage, the reclamation of identity, and the painful beauty of second chances. The writing is exceptional. We believe it could be a major debut novel.” My heart stuttered. The anonymous novel I had written during the darkest months—pouring my pain, my resilience, and my quiet strength onto the pages late at night when sleep evaded me.

I stare out my window watching the clouds go by pondering on just how much my life is about to change. Hi, I’m Nova, I’m from the Black Diamond pack, I’m 17 and the youngest person to be accepted into Winter Gardens Academy. Usually it would only ever be a dream to be accepted into this college, it’s reserved for the elites in our world. Yet all because of one meeting to help our Alpha negotiate with neighbouring packs again I was noticed. Yes, I slipped up and I didn’t mean to say out loud what the other Alpha was thinking I am only ever meant to mind link our Alpha, Alpha Mark, what the others in the room are thinking. I caught the eye of the Sapphire Pack’s elder, he noticed it the most a

Doreen’s lip curled in a sneer of pure, unadulterated contempt. "Marie was a Luna who lived in a trance of her own making. She didn't refute you because she wasn't living in the same world as you. She was a ghost you kept in a library. Is that what you want, Noah? A ghost? A woman who nods while you walk off a cliff?" "I want a wife who follows suit!" I stepped closer, my shadow looming over her.

Now that Jessica and I had both managed to win over a fair number of supporters—not to mention our Alphas—the distrust had fallen on her, now that it was known she was a witch. “Oh, good. You’re interrupting me just when they’re all about to start fucking. I think.” Marianne shook her head as she snapped the book shut. “That is one of the most confusing books I’ve ever written. I’m not sure if they’re having an orgy or there’s just a bunch of ghosts watching.” “Sounds intriguing. Maybe I’ll have to read it when you’re done,” Jessica said, sitting.

Julia had simply said, “As soon as you're well, you can go wherever you like." With a smile, Tyler closed his eyes, reassured that his mother would never betray his trust. For reasons he couldn’t quite grasp, she had always disapproved of Marissa, and he had learned to trust her instincts without question. Was Marissa really as selfish and greedy as he suspected? There were still unanswered questions lingering in his mind, and he needed to seek clarity from Victoria Quinn. ****** Renee, who had been sleeping beside Tyler, stirred as her hand glided across the bed, searching for him. To her dismay, she found the space beside her empty.

The title was etched in gold: LEGACY OF THE CROSS. I pulled it out from the shelf and went over to a chair to sit. I opened the book. The lettering was in Old English. As I read through, I understood it was about legends of blood and power, the Mafia dynasties—the Black Cross. And then, I saw that name. Mother Cross. I froze, my finger pressed on it as Selene’s voice echoed in my memory: If you ever want to find Vince, look for Mother Cross. I read on. The book described her as the first and last female Capo—a woman from the feared Romero bloodline...

She looked so peaceful, Like she had taken off the only problem tag was weighing her down. Each new picture was a fresh wound, but none of them compared to the one Marco sent me today. My phone vibrated, and I grabbed it instantly, eager to see what she looked like today. I opened the message and my world stopped. Marrissa wasn’t alone. She was with a man. Tall. Dark-haired. Sitting across from her at a candlelit table. I swiped to the next picture. The bastard was reaching for her hand. I swiped again.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

It was now close to 11pm. Me: Hi beautiful are you still awake? Marianna: Hi Manny, yes I am still awake. Why are you awake this late? me: Oh you know just working on this case, why are you still awake Ma'am? Marianna: Honestly, because I miss you, it feels weird to sleep alone now.... Me: Really? I am flattered, I miss you too Marianna. Marianna: You should try to get some sleep sir! Me: What are you wearing?