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He takes the ceremonial dagger and holds it over the fire, heating the blade until it glows red-hot. Turning to me, he extends his hand, and I step forward, offering him my right hand. With a quick, precise motion, Valentine makes a small cut across my palm. The pain is sharp but fleeting, and I hold my hand over the flame, letting the blood drip onto the fire. There’s a sudden whooshing sound as the flames flare up, burning brighter than before. A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips. The Moon Goddess is in support of this gathering.

The cabin door closed behind them. Outside, the moon continued to rise. The pack continued to move. Sol and Sera watched the stars. Kael and Wren ran through the trees. Holt and Sparrow sat by the fire, not touching, just being. Inside the cabin, Luan and Cass made love. It was different this time. Not desperate. Not hungry. Not a goodbye or a hello or a we survived. It was simply two wolves who had chosen each other. Who would always choose each other. On this moon and the next and the one after that.

Within a month, it was finished. They stood before it, hand in hand, admiring their work. "What should we call it?" Elara asked. Caleb thought for a moment. "Moon Valley. Because it's ours, under the moon." "Moon Valley." She tested the name, smiled. "I love it." That night, they made love by the fire, their daughter sleeping peacefully nearby. It was different from before—slower, deeper, full of the comfort and trust that came from years together. Afterward, they lay tangled together, watching the stars through the open door.

I could feel it in my bones. Even at that, my heart was racing. I'd been planning this for two months. Flynn told me it was romantic when women proposed so I'd saved up, bought the ring, booked the ticket to Maldives and planned the whole surprise. "You're really doing this." I whispered to my reflection as the elevator took me to the fifteenth floor. Flynn worked as an execution assistant in Montague tech, and I was the one who got him the job. I had a friend that worked in HR and I put in a good word. Flynn has been entirely grateful to me ever since, promising he'll make it up to me. I've been with him through difficult times, and now he is financially stable and making good money. It was

He finally felt hopeful, with that single backwards glance from her. Sleep came quickly for him, with images of his female fresh in mind. Her dark hair cascading around her face in thick waves, making her eyes a brighter green as they were locked onto his teasingly with a smile to make actors sigh with envy. Her skin a rich tan other women pay top dollar to imitate. She was glowing under the moon's soft light as it mimicked a personal spot light, while she danced in the field they were in just for him.

While Katniss and Cassandra were already on their way towards the portal through the human world , Katniss couldn't help but stare at her daughter who's just wearing no expression. "We are here," Katniss said, as Cassandra stopped from walking and looked back from the way they passed by. There she thinks all the good memories, then when Katniss called her name she quickly start to walk in the other direction. And as they already put their feet on the human world, there Cassandra's memories were already gone and she no longer has any problem, and she doesn't feel any pain. On the Moon Desire Kingdom, Giovanni and Luperca were celebrating again on their room. They already ate and drank a lot o

Suddenly, she starts wondering what other people might have done in this situation of hers. Olivia dropped Haven off to her home and saw her friend walk inside her house, looking lifeless. She informs Mrs. Morgan about Haven’s extended situation of her breakup and tells her to ring her up anytime she finds Haven in trouble. Strangely, Haven refused to cry this time. She was more devastated and heartbroken. She quietly changed her clothes and got herself a drink from the refrigerator and settled on the couch, switching on the TV. The numerous original series of Netflix made appearances on the screen. She was a huge fan of Money Heist and diligently watched the show without skipping any season

Maya was not a few steps behind him, tapping rhythmically over the screen of the phone, replying to e-mails. Soon, Valerie arrived wearing a white sundress. Her face remained void of any emotion. Slowly she slid beside Harman while greeting him. Somehow, Lola managed to convince her for breakfast showing Valentine's fear but the same can not be said for Crystal. She declined to show up after hearing Valentine arrived late at night. Lola murdered Maya multiple times in her brain for ruining the friendship of two girls.

Elena replied, “to love you not in spite of your darkness, but because of it. Because in your shadows, I found the strength to walk out of mine.” They kissed as the waves crashed behind them, the sun dipping low in the sky like it, too, was in awe. That night, the celebration was simple. A long table under fairy lights, barefoot dancing, and a cake they cut with a machete because the caterer forgot a knife. “Most romantic machete moment ever,” Celeste toasted, raising her glass. Valentina, seated beside Jonah, lifted her own glass. “To starting over.” “To choosing love,” Elena said.

"With you." Dim moonlight filtered through the villa's windows into Tara and Keith's unheld romantic appeal. The place offered privacy apart from the popular raucous Valentine ritual. Outside, frost lay heavily everywhere like the down a soft feather bed spread by some being in a dream. Those were his thoughts while standing stark naked. With Valerie and himself doing the same thing, it was really a while ago. Wrapped around him, their hearts throbbed even as one. Dominic's lips brushed Valerie's, light and exploratory. Valerie's mouth parted, invitingly.