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Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

Gosh, this was hard! Unsure of what to do or where to go, Erin stood where she was, thinking. She still couldn’t figure out how she could be here alone when she’d run into the cave with over a dozen werewolves, including her mate. And what about those that had entered the cave before them? What about Nikjin who had been speaking to them from within the cave? Was this another one of his dark magic? Was this place even real? “Edvana Batog of Quandagh, or is it Erin Brown of Fairbanks?”

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

It Was something science couldn't explain so she termed it as bullshit. Now, she knows better than call that bullshit. She wouldn't be surprised if there existed those magical creatures written in those paranormal novels like vampires, werewolves and witches among others. After her rebirth, She came to understand that there's some truth in those fantasy novels she used to read in the past. In the past, They were meant to entertain her, loving how those author's imagination would run wild.Well the only problem She had back then with those novels were waiting for their daily update, it was a pain in the ass for her.

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Chapter 154 Summoning Gone Wrong. Lila’s POV My hands shook as I finished drawing the last line of the summoning circle on my old apartment floor. Candlelight flickered across the creaking wooden boards, casting long shadows that seemed to look like they breathe on their own. The air smelled like sage, blood from the small cut on my finger, and my own sweat. I was just an amateur witch. A curious girl who spent too many nights reading forbidden texts online. Tonight I wanted to summon something small. A minor spirit.

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.