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“Exactly like your mother. She had power. Real power. She didn’t deserve it, and I wanted it. I wanted everything she had.” Her hands were trembling now, but her words came faster, spilled out like venom. “So I took it,” she chuckled maniacally. “I did the Alchemy of Souls. I took her body. I put my soul in it. She woke up in some stranger’s skin and died somewhere far away. I took her life, Imani. I took everything. Everything I knew fractured into sharp pieces. I tried to breathe. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped ropes around it.

cute. When I arrived at her place, people were already starting to arrive. Colorful lights were flashing everywhere and loud party music was blasting. She told me she wanted to do a “Euphoria” inspired party. “Happy birthday, my soulmate!” I screamed when I saw her, she ran towards me and I gave her a tight hug! “Ugh, I love you my main bitch.” She said and lightly smacked my butt. I handed her the paper bag I was holding containing my gift for her. “What’s this? Thank you so much!”

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

Devours me. This isn't mere obsession. It’s not some whim. It’s her. Our fated mate. Mine. My brothers’. The soul that has belonged to us since before this life. There’s something about her that pulls at me mercilessly. Something primal. Instinctive. Savage. I couldn’t just sit still and wait for fate to correct its mistake. So I did what I do best: I tracked her. I found her address. I infiltrated her apartment. I became her shadow. Her silent observer.

Our date was at the Blue Moon bar. Just like in my dream, there she was at the table in front of me, I never felt so lucky in my life. She was dressed in her favourite light blue dress with a silver purse. With her by my side, I will climb every mountain to be here again. Without her around, there will be no destination at the end of my journey. I find hope, trust, and faith every time I looked at her. Whilst passing her the glass of champagne, I noticed a mark on her wrist. It was a symbolic tattoo that I have never seen before.

"Don't think like that. She certainly wouldn't want you to think that way. She always wanted you to live the life you wanted. And she always knew you weren't living the way your soul wanted you to live. She always knew everything about everybody." "I want to stay here. I'll be in her room," Adelard said. "Then I'll stay too." "No. Please go. I want to be alone. It's only tonight. It's just this night." "Look, at times like this, no one should be alone. If you're alone, sadness will take over your soul. And I don't want that. So, I'm staying," Arthur said and sat down more comfortably in his chair. "Tell me, what is the meaning of life?" Adelard asked suddenly, looking at the patterns on the

Lilim smiles. - All those who lie dead on the ground, creatures that should belong to the Moon Goddess, but who gave their souls to hell, I will take with me. Their dead flesh will be food for me and my sisters. All who are still alive and walk towards your pack, as they die, I will take them with me to hell, with the same end. Regardless of how long one of them is alive, as they die, their crop and soul belong to hell. Especially this creature that is trapped there. - she points to Dimon - When he dies, his flesh and soul belong to me and my sisters. None of them will have a chance of being forgiven by your Goddess. That's the price I charge to go back to hell. If you choose not to accept i

He added which made Laura gasp with a scoff. "Does being in a state like this look fun to you?– Huh?" She stuttered, her gaze was blank and tears welled up in her eyes. "Is not like I'm human?– I'm just a raged and wounded ghost who passes by like the wind along with the shadow of the sunset" She cried. "How can I stay put when those bastards who changed my destiny, haunt after my sister!– Tell me" Her voice trembled with sobs which made Rubin's face flash with guilt.

Knowing my brother, he just wanted it to be a surprise, or he wanted it to be mysterious for no particular reason. Lyle didn’t shut up about it, saying it was the most beautiful thing she had ever felt. She explained it to me in detail, and I don’t feel any of what she mentioned, aside from my wolf yelling at me that Lucas Quinn is my mate. “But that’s… that’s just impossible, Tori. Are you sure?” “Yes. I’m certain. I know he is somehow connected to me, but only because my wolf wouldn’t shut up about it. Other than that, nothing. Just a casual, irritating meeting with an irritating alpha.”

She had walked here without a route, without a purpose, without the apparatus of the thing she was in the process of stopping being. The bond she'd been tracking for weeks was in there. She could feel it from here — warm and anchored and completely indifferent to her presence, two people choosing each other in a room with candles and low light and the company of others doing the same. Odon Kuraim could not feed on what was in that basement. She stood in the mist and looked at it for a long time. Then her secondary channel buzzed. One message. Four words. We see you too. Ilyra read it twice.