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But… again the fire she ignited turned into a fireball that started in his stomach was now creeping into every inch of his body. ------------ Author's notes: What do you think of the chapter? Another snu-snu or go with the flow? comment down.

"Why do you say that? Do you want to hurt me? But you haven't succeeded! I love you. I've always loved you. And I don't care what you are, what your past is. I just love your existence. I just love what you are, I love you for being born into this world." Celeste lowered her eyes down and clenched her hands in her fists and said, "I've seen too much death and too much suffering. My soul is black and there is no room in it for love. My heart has long been destroyed. Do you want to love someone like me?" Still on his knees, he bent even lower and looking at her little feet, which were in old shoes, said, "Both in darkness and in daylight, among evil and good, among the living and dead, I love

Cheryl stumbled aside, annoyed by his actions. Alex then grabbed the little girl’s soul and forced it back into her body… Ghost doctor skills were included in the Ultimate Book of Medicine, including methods to cure the spirit. Thus, it wasn’t too surprising that Alex was able to see spirits. The method he was using had a title as well. It was called Soul Shifting. “Mr. Coney, come over here.” Alex said. “Huh?” James immediately approached, he thought that Alex needed help. However, Alex continued, “Didn’t you learn the Thirteen Acupunctures of Hell? I’ll be using that to save her now. Just watch and learn.”

He took the thyme. End of Chapter Seventy-One

And I pull back from the kiss just enough to look at him. My husband. Those dark eyes on mine. That face. "Finally," I say softly. He laughs. Real and full and reaching all the way to his eyes. "Finally," AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS WOULD BE THE LAST CHAPTER OF SOFIA AND DANTE, I AM HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THE NEXT CHAPTERS WOULD BE ABOUT NICO AND VIVIAN A LITTLE SPIN OFF FOR BOTH OF THEM SO IT WOULDN'T BE AS LONG AS DANTE AND SOFIA BOOK. I HOPED Y'ALL ENJOYED 'HIS BUTTERFLY" SND I HOPE YOU WOULD LOVE"HIS SWEETEST ADDICTION" EVEN MORE 🤭

The question hung in the air, heavy and electric: Who will we become when the Spiral finally lets go? Selena stepped closer, her boots skimming the edge of the unraveling void, watching the Spiral twist its claws deeper into the shape of Darius’s soul. His form flickered like flame in a windless place—present and not, whole and undone. She wanted to call his name again, but the Spiral had learned how to turn even her voice into a weapon. Around them, echoes of themselves swirled in fractured reflections—Selena with burning eyes, Darius wearing a crown of ash. Every version ended in loss, but she refused to let that become prophecy.

THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS!!! I APPRECIATE ALL THE SUPPORT AND LOVE SO FAR. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS LAST CHAPTER! Chapter 173 - “After the Storm” SONG OF THE CHAPTER: The Call by Regina Spektor RHEA'S POV: ~~~ The world feels like it is breathing again. I can feel it in the wind, in the trembling earth beneath my boots, in the way the sky seems to lift its veil of sorrow. The storm is breaking, and the realm is beginning to heal.

But tonight, none of that mattered. As I went closer to the bar, my fears kept pulling me back, but no! I grabbed the bottle. "Johnny Walker," the label read. With a twisted grin, I uncapped it and placed it against my lips. I didn’t sip. I gulped. I kept drinking until a sharp pain tore through my chest. I gasped, pressing a hand against my ribs. But then, I laughed again—because Michael Finsch was a disgusting bastard, and I was an even bigger fool.

***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey everyone, thank you so much for reading and joining Selena on this intense journey. I know this chapter was tough, and I don’t take lightly the difficult situations Selena is facing. This scene is meant to show the true depth of her struggle, as she fights not just against Stephen’s overwhelming control, but against the emotional and psychological grip he has on her. It’s a moment of utter helplessness, and I wanted to portray how much of a prison her situation has become.

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!