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Stark was surprised that the mother and daughter had shown up at their home unannounced. But she still wore a smile as she stood in the hallway, greeting them gracefully, “Glenn, Mrs. Carnell, how lovely that you two are here.” “Good afternoon, mother,” Glenn said with politeness and respect, giving her a bow that caused Mrs. Stark to admire her even more. “I heard you are in Lady Beatrice book club, so I stopped by the bookstore and got you the limited edition of ‘Whispers of the wind.’ It’s a wonderful book. One that I fancy a lot.”

She said this, standing on her feet. Going towards the corner, she stretched her right hand and started chanting some words in a foreign language. Suddenly, a bright purple light appeared above her and shone all over the room. It went silent for a while, and then she started chanting again, this time quickly and in a totally different language, which was like it was known to her alone. The light dissipated. In front of Harriet, Patrilia, Kelvin, and Peter stood a dashing old man, clad in an expensive black suit and leather shoes, holding a golden walking stick in his hands that shimmered under the room.

A faint light, soft yet commanding. Elowen's heart skipped. Slowly, she crawled toward it. The glow grew sharper, illuminating the mist like a hidden star. She brushed away the damp leaves, her fingers trembling. And then she saw it. A book Black as midnight, yet pulsing with a faint, eerie light. Its surface shimmered like it had been touched by the cosmos themselves. Etched into the cover was an ancient sigil, one she had seen only once before, when her father placed the book into Donato's hands.

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I tried to pull away, but just then, Elena stumbled and fell, her forehead kissing the cold marble floor. "Mrs. Santoro, I don't hold it against you. It was my own fault," she said, dazed. I opened my mouth to speak, but Matteo was already by her side, lifting her gently into his large chair. He tenderly brushed the hair from her bruised forehead, his face a mask of fury. In a flash, he grabbed a folder and flung it at me. The sharp edge of the folder cut through the air and my skin, leaving a trail of blood down my face.

I genuinely appreciate it. Have lots of good time reading the rest chapters and enjoying this book. Love y'all, Gem 💎 Lynne 😚 SPECIAL LITTLE GIFT So, dear reader, below is a sneak peek of book 2 which I'm already working on. Enjoy 🥳 ________________________________ Sophie lay on the opulent bed in a glamorous room, its dim light casting a warm, golden hue over the luxurious furnishings. The bed's silk sheets felt cool against her skin, and the scent of jasmine lingered in the air.

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV "It never fails to amaze me how far Xavier would go for you," Gloria said as she turned the next page of the ancient book in her hands. She yawned, then looked at me and propped up her chin. Boredom floated in the library lower level’s air for the last fifteen minutes. To tell you the truth, I had almost forgotten what I was looking for amongst all these musty-smelling old pages. Still I could get ahold of myself and continued to comb through each paragraph with hope in my grasp.