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Her kiss felt like a symbol of the eternal love and bond that they shared. “Can you promise that we’ll be together forever, Garin? That even after death, we’ll find each other in Harlem and be together for all eternity?” Hannah asked. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Hannah. I promise you that our love will live forever, in the physical world and the Nether realm. We will love each other for every lifetime, every generation and nothing will ever break us apart. I swear it,” He said. “I swear it as well,” Hannah said and they sealed their promise with another kiss and let the night swallow them in its calm and peace as they engaged in the sharing of skin and the passion found within.

Standing tall, her posture was one of defiance. "You're going to meet the same fate as your father," Mr. Ethan hissed, closing the distance between them until their faces were mere inches apart. Emma's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with a combination of triumph and disdain. "It's good to see you're no longer in denial," she said softly. "You killed your first wife, you killed my father, you killed Sheryl Jones, you killed Mr. Damien, and now, you're trying to kill me." Mr. Ethan's expression darkened. "Damien and Sheryl, I didn't kill them. But don't worry, you're next," he snarled, a sinister smirk plastered on his face before he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door beh

Pierce was gone, but I had already married him in my heart. I wore the ring he had placed on my finger, and I would live in this world in his place. It wasn’t until later that I discovered the name of the diamond ring Pierce had given me—Eternal Love. He would love me forever. (The End)

She gasp and take my hand in hers and cure it immediately chanting a spell. “I was dreaming about my Ethan”, she tells dreamily making me slap her hand off my now cured one. Ethan? now who is this?, I ask her annoyed rolling my eyes. She hold her heart dramatically and gasp “he is prince of hell....., king of my dreams”, she tells blushing making me scoff. “Whatever, send this flowers now am going to sleep”, I tell her handing red roses to her. “Are you sure, these are red... made if your blood”, she asks frowning.

"Just like you did in 1847. Just like you did in 1943. But this time will be different. This time, I've come prepared." The front door exploded inward with a crash that made me scream. Mrs Hargrove stood in the doorway, the arrow still protruding from her shoulder, her face twisted with centuries of accumulated rage. Behind her stood three figures I didn't recognise, but something about them made my skin crawl with familiarity. "Hello, my dear Serenity," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Did you really think you could hide from me again?"

“The elders speak of you like you’re a living legend. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” He offered his hand, and I shook it. “Thank you for coming to get me.” “The honor is all mine,” he said, taking my bag. “The Academy elders are very excited to meet you.” In the car, Julian pointed out the sights of Vienna. “The air here is pure. It enhances a blood-healer’s abilities,” he said, gesturing to a distant gothic spire. “That’s the oldest Fountain of Eternal Night in the world. Its energy is purer than anything in North America.”

Survival, I am learning, is sometimes just choosing not to open certain wounds. The air shifts. Reality tightens like a held breath. Eternal stands in the center of the hall. She does not arrive. She is simply there. Seventeen forever. Silver-and-black hair caught between states. Eyes mismatched and endless. “I have information,” she says. Her voice is layered—Tempest beneath something older. “The pain shared it while I held it suspended.” Every hammer in the hall stills. “Emptiness is not destroying what it consumes,” Eternal continues. “It is storing it. Compressing matter, memory, and concept into a pocket dimension outside conventional reality.”

“I hope that you understand that, Delilah. Every single inch of you will belong to me.” “Yes,” I whispered, pussy pulsing. “Maverick?” Mrs Wolfe yelled from outside and I stilled. I pressed my lips together and stared back at Maverick with wide eyes. I tried to scurry up the bed to the headboard, but Maverick held me in place as he continued to pump into me, bringing me close to another orgasm. “Are you home, Mav?” she shouted again, her footsteps getting closer, but Maverick didn't reply.

"Ohh, common Octavia, we are ladies, we shouldn't allow the hate between our husbands get between us." Octavia stopped at that. Does it mean Marcus and Charles hate each other? Her eyes widened remembering she said husband. Does that mean Charles is married? "I'm Quinn by the way" she stretched out her hand and slowly, Octavia took it. "You look beautiful," she added, taking a seat beside her. Octavia forced out a smile, her thought running miles. She felt people staring at them but when her eyes darted around, she saw no one. Maybe she's only nervous.

something must be wrong. "Read this if you don't believe me," Ethan suddenly said, giving me a book. The title of the book made my heart beat intensely. The name was too weird. calming my nervous self I opened the book and started reading the book. Soon my expression started changing little by little until it became distorted. At that point, I was feeling irritated and slowly my irritation turned to anger. What the hell? So this was what Ethan's father was planning. He was waiting for the blood moon which would be in a few days so he would be immortal.