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Her hands were shaking as she poured something from a vial onto the soil, whispering words I didn’t recognize. A witch’s tongue. “Don’t move,” I warned Rose, lifting my hand. Then I stepped into the clearing. The moment I did, the temperature plummeted. Gina’s head snapped around. Her eyes locked on mine and they weren’t just afraid. They were broken. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said hoarsely. “This is none of your business anymore.” My chest cracked open at the sound of her voice. “Too bad,” I said roughly. “You’re my business whether you like it or not.”

He kissed me back, hard and consuming, as if he could devour the pain right out of me. For a heartbeat, I let myself vanish in that kiss—pretend I was someone else, somewhere else, untouched by betrayal. The next thing I knew, the world blurred—his arm around me, the press of a door closing, sheets tangled beneath my trembling hands. Morning hit like a cruel joke. I woke tangled in unfamiliar sheets, my head pounding, my lips swollen. The stranger from the bar lay beside me, half-covered, the shadows of his muscles stark against the pale dawn light. Even asleep, he radiated danger, power… something I couldn’t name.

Luther clears his throat "am not a big fan on cheesy moments like this one but Caleb is right, we will fight and stand by you, I want to see that Goblin fall, and most especially I want to see Transylvania transform to a place of peace and equality" "And it will, you just wait and see" Rose comes back with an old big dusty book "Sorry, I haven't opened it for years" "So what is written in there?" "Well, let me read it to you" she opens the book "just when the Goblin slavery stopped, Goblins where granted their full freedom and could become and do anything they wanted in Transylvania"

It moved farther and farther from the cemetery on the hillside, and farther away from all the love and hatred buried beneath Sicily's soil. Daisy leaned against Caleb's shoulder and looked out the window. The hillsides were covered in blooming irises. The warm breeze never felt better. Her new life had only just begun.

Their bodies collided, and Esteban lifted her effortlessly, backing her against the wall. Clothes burned away as quickly as the flames devouring the mansion. Her apron hit the floor. His shirt followed. Skin against skin, heat meeting heat. She arched into him, moaning his name, Esteban, like a sin. But sins had consequences. The folder. Her hand brushed against it on the floor, and the reality of what she was doing slammed into her. She pushed him away, chest heaving. "I can’t." He looked wrecked. Hair tousled, lips red, eyes stormy. "You already did."

Amarragh nods towards the book sitting in front of Rose. “No. We only found granny’s book recently. I had never seen it before.” Rose looks down at the magical tome and sadness creeps over our bond. She not only mourns for Gwynn and her parents, but for all the death that surrounds her. My brothers and I have more than our fair share of blood on our hands, Amarragh does too, and I know she feels that, because I feel her reaction to it all, and it’s soul crushing.

Ruby went by the window, turning her back from him and gazed out into the sleeping city blanketed by fog and darkness with melancholy in her eyes. "I've always thought that she belongs in the bed of roses of nobility, among gold and gems and fancy soirees but... if she was happier with you perhaps it's with you where she truly belongs." Ruby extended her hand offering him the rose that he had recently placed on Carmilla's window as she gazed at him with a sincere look on her eyes, laced with sadness and acceptance. "What are you trying to tell me?" He asked in confirmation as he reached out for the flower.

Blood spilled onto the paper just like it did a few seconds ago with her. But that was not the surprising part, our blood drops started moving towards each other and pretty soon formed a big red drop of blood which quickly turned golden and disappeared in the form of tiny stars. A gasp was heard. I turned to see Rose with her mouth wide open, she quickly realized I was looking at her and closed her mouth with a small smile. "What does it mean?" "It means you are my niece," Celia wiped the tear and before I knew it, hugged me tightly.

I knew I couldn't live like this any longer, yet here I was, trapped in this room as dangerous men lurked just across the hallway. As I reached for the book, memories of my past flooded back - memories of fear, of being trapped, of signing my freedom away. My heart raced as I clutched the book tight. But something drew me to the golden roses on the spine. Roese… My heart skips a beat at the sight of a rose, especially if it's pure and white. Ever since I was a young girl, their magical allure has enchanted me. I view them as an emblem of fortune and pray that with unwavering determination, one day I too will pen the final chapter of my fairy tale, and find my happily ever after.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.