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So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

" I creased my eyebrows, wondering what these people wanted to instill in me. Pages after pages were read to me, and Flora took her time to explain everything and even describe the act for me. It closed in a chapter that said, "Moan loudly to him to ignite his sexual urge more, even though you aren't enjoying it due to pain." And then the book was clapped shut. "That's hell!" I commented with a flare of anger, and Flora chuckled before saying, "Everything about here is hell, girl!" "I will be going; see you in tomorrow's lesson." She said this to me before picking up the lamplight and exiting the room.

Not wanting to think about Draven even for a second, I decided to go read a book, my head slightly throbbing in pain now. xxx My eyes never left the book I was reading, afraid that if I stopped, I would think about everything Draven said tonight. The pain was overwhelming. I was rejected. Heart broken and humiliated. Never have I felt so much regret in one night. It was painful, suffocating. The feeling was gonna eat me inside and out and I couldn't take it anymore. "It's staying between us, honey." I read the words carefully from the book, trying to engage back inside my own little world but froze. That line, the sentence. It sounded somewhat familiar in my head.

Everything blurred. Blood. Smoke. Pain. And then— Stillness. Upside down. The smell of gasoline. Somewhere, Gerald groaned. The driver wasn’t moving. Draven tried to breathe— Pain shot through his ribs. Warm liquid trickled down his forehead into his eyes. He forced them open. Through the cracked windshield— He saw the truck. Driving away. Slowly. Calmly. Like nothing had happened. Like they had just crushed a can on the road.

ELEVEN I don’t remember much about the ride home. Bobby and I barely spoke as he drove wordlessly, staring down the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his copy of The King Wears Yellow. And me? To be honest, I can’t exactly remember, to this day. I think . . . I believe . . . I must’ve spent the ride flipping through my copy of the book. Even that is still a mystery to me. How I could’ve been walking aimlessly through the bookstore one moment, scorning Reverend McIlvian and his healing powers, and the next unconsciously buying his book, of all things.

She pulls away and then kneels down in front of me , her soft yet cold hands grasp my own. “ Run…Run Rosemary…don’t look back and don’t stop running…” a cold shiver passes through my body , as her instructions bring me back to the severity of the situation. “But –“ I am cut off by the wolf , as it growls lowly. He slowly gets up , his teeth shows as he snarls at something or someone that is behind my mother and I.

AVA’S POV I slammed my lips shut after Vincenzo’s words. There wasn’t a need for argument, if anything, I just had to stay silent and pretend like I believed him. Trusting a Made man like Vincenzo De Luca was no other than preparing a grave for one’s self. ……. The car drove into the thick of the night, and the only light illuminating in the dark road happened to be the car’s headlights. I was tempted. Tempted to ask if we hadn’t gotten to what seemed to be his home. The place which would become a home for me too.

My driver, though outmatched in raw muscle mass by the heavy corporate handler, had put up a ferocious defense, though his uniform was torn and soaked in fresh crimson. Retreating a step to wipe a mouthful of blood from his jaw, the driver shouted toward Lucien, "Warlord! It is a complete setup! Chika’s mother unlocked the security seals herself and authorized this pig to violate your mate’s frame to secure scandalous data files for a high council blackmail script!"

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1