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With excitement, he leaped to his feet and said to Lydia, “Well done!” Ulricus beckoned his hand, and the books flew toward him in an instant. He quickly put the books away. Then, he closed his eyes and started examining the magic books in silence. Ulricus finally opened his eyes again thirty minutes later, his face filled with excitement and thrill. “The Fiery Lexicon, the Song of the Empire, the Shining Tome, Souleater Grimoire… All four books are here. What happened to the previous owner of the books?”

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Then she looked back at Livia, her eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth. “Would you like to see the morning sunlight pour through this room tomorrow?” Livia’s heart fluttered a little. “Yes,” she whispered. “I would love that.” “Then watch closely.” Florita raised her hands slowly, murmuring ancient words under her breath — syllables that hummed with power. The air shifted, thickening with magic. Then, as if the room itself was breathing, a swirl of silver smoke spread through the chamber. It danced and coiled, filling every corner until Livia could hardly see anything but soft, glowing mist.

Aveline told a story over the fire, about her own first year as Luna, a disastrous diplomatic dinner where she had insulted an allied lord without realizing it and spent the following month repairing the damage with nothing but stubbornness and good wine. "I felt like a fraud the entire first year," she said, looking at me through the firelight in a way that told me the story had been chosen deliberately. "Every single day. I kept waiting for someone to notice I did not actually know what I was doing." "Did they." "Eventually, yes. By then it did not matter, because I had already learned enough to keep going regardless." She poked at the fire. "Nobody arrives ready, Rowena. You grow into the

“Let’s pick up some pizza and head home. You know how your mother gets when she’s hungry.” He laughed. “Not as angry as you, Dad.” The Fifth Republic Series continues with Luca's story in The Emperor. Flip to the end of this book to read the first few chapters of his story and preorder it now. If you're looking for something new to read while you wait for The Emperor, I've got another mafia romance with a golden retriever that falls first and hard for the woman he's forbidden to touch. Read It Kills Me now! For those who are looking for a dark romance about a very morally grey alpha with black cat vibes where the MMC makes the FMC earn her freedom, read Buttons and Lace now.

As they walked through the hallway, Lidia noticed Bruno’s bedroom door standing slightly open. Curiosity made her glance inside. She suddenly gasped. “Mrs. Flaviana!” Without thinking, she rushed toward the room. Flaviana hurried after her. Both women stopped in the doorway. Bruno lay asleep on the carpet, one arm under his head, the laptop still glowing beside him. Lidia quickly looked toward the screen. A search page remained open. Its title read: “How to Win Back the Woman You Hurt Without Forcing Her.” Below it were dozens of tabs:

I’m so sorry, my Queen,” Amara whispered as she stepped into Luna Anita’s chambers. The air was heavy with tension. Luna Anita, seated in her high-backed chair, turned her cold, unreadable gaze on the girl standing before her. Amara trembled under her scrutiny, her heart racing with guilt and fear. For a moment, Luna Anita simply studied her. It struck her then—she hadn’t truly taken the time to look at Amara, the girl she’d taken in as an infant. Now standing before her was not the child she had raised, but a young woman of remarkable beauty.

But what they had called was no longer theirs to command. The ritual chamber split under the pressure. Black fire burst through the cracks, crawling along the carved runes like veins filled with poison. Patricia shrieked, clutching her head as stones rained from the ceiling. Elara stumbled back, candle dropping from her hand, her face twisted in horror. And Gloria—Gloria only smiled. Her veil slipped, her teeth bared. She drank in the sight like wine. “She’s waking,” she whispered. “Our queen of ruin. Our key.”