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I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

A war already started when Lilith sent that first bloody threat letter to me and she was going to drown in it. Charlie was working on unlocking the hidden page of the Book of the Undead since we had it in our custody. It would’ve been faster if Silverclaw’s Zeta could’ve joined him and helped but no… Adrian wasn’t answering our fucking letters and it’s made me a bundle of edgy nerves.

I snarled at him. "Ok fine your problem not mines" he responded and left. I've moved in with my sister over three months after I broke up with Alex and I can't get him out of my head or the image of him f**king my bestfriend, it seems like just yesterday. **flash back**

She’s totally mad at herself for being stupid and even poked her head, then gently pulled her hairs using her bare hands. “Is it really my inner thoughts? Or a real enemy?“ It’s out of her mind when she kicked out the last thing on top of her bed and threw it all anywhere as well as the bedsheet. Mixed emotions, she’s totally mad at Justin for his betrayal on their 3 long years of relationship. That’s the reason why she scattered all the stuff that reminds her about him. At the same time, mad for her assuming feelings towards Gabriel.

There was also some other things with funny shapes ones I didn't even want to know where they went. I held the golden balls in my hand and wondered what they were for. Some of the things in here I have seen at th club and the others where just a mystery to me, I saw things I didn't even know existed. There was other things on the shelf below but I had seen enough. There was also a bookshelf with actual books in them. I took the first book I saw and read out the title, it was a book by Shayla Black called Wicked Ties. I had never even heard of the author. My phone vibrated in my pickets, I saw that it was Bradley.

I said, forcing the apology through gritted teeth. I let the mask of pretense drop immediately after I stepped out. I got into my quarters, locking the door with a soft click, then reached for a hidden panel behind the bookcase, pulling out the book Ella handed to me. Dust flew into the air as I flipped it open, my fingers trembling with urgency. The pages wrinkled with age, their inscriptions glowing faintly with ancient magic. I turned past rituals, curses, enchantments until a title caught my eye. “How to Disarm the Bearer of Unity.”

And the bed itself was folded into an unusual position that closely conformed to the curves of my body. I could clearly feel that my buttocks were raised high, and my legs had been spread apart. I didn't need to look to know it was a deeply embarrassing position. The space before me was dim, as though my head was covered by a nearby curtain. W-What was going on? A wave of panic set in. I struggled with all my strength against the restraints binding my hands, only to realize I couldn't break free at all. It finally dawned on me that my family ran an adult store, and this must be the new pleasure bed we'd recently ordered. The bed was equipped with mechanisms that could only be unlocked throug

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

Inside was a beautifully illustrated book: ‘Codes, Ciphers, and Secret Writing for Beginners. Bella’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Uncle Strom!” She immediately sat down on the grass, opening the book, the party forgotten. Strom allowed himself a small, genuine smile before melting back to his post. As the golden afternoon began to mellow into evening, William tapped his glass gently. The chatter softened. He put an arm around Mimi, drawing her to his side.

It was just… empty. I was tired. Tired of trying. Tired of being misunderstood. Tired of losing. My mom knocked softly on the door again. “Mace? Do you want me to make you tea after all?” I took a shaky breath. “Maybe later.” “Okay. I’ll leave you to rest.” When she left, I finally picked up my phone again. Just to turn it off. But before I could, a notification flashed across the screen. New Headline: “Inside Macey Carter’s Meltdown—What Really Happened Outside Sterling & Co.”