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I hear she is a lesbian and remember what God says in Leviticus 20:13 and 1 Corinthians 6: 9-10. Little did she know that her daughter was already too far gone. **Elara:** I know mommy……Not inheriting the kingdom of heaven blah blah blah. Okay mummy. I’ll pray often. Once I get off this call, I will pray and I will try to expose less skin. Not do what God wouldn’t like. Are you okay now? Elara hated lectures like this and she knew that agreeing with her mom was the only way to get her off her back so she did just that.

As Luca, Maya, Michelle, Adrina, and Valina filed into the room, the atmosphere shifted slightly, tension mingling with the air as they greeted Xavier, Xander, and Damon. "Hey guys," Luca greeted warmly, offering a friendly smile to Xavier, Xander, and Damon. "Good to see you." Xander returned the smile, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his expression. "Hey Luca, Maya, Michelle, Adrina, Valina," he replied, his voice cautious. "How are you all holding up?"

🌸 Author’s Note – Thank You From the Bottom of My Heart 🌸 I woke up this morning to see that Wreck Me Quietly had been added to 12 readers' libraries overnight. Twelve. That might not sound like much to some people, but to me… it’s everything.

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

The familiar sequence — key in the lock, the slight resistance of the door, the sound of her bag hitting the floor. Then Anne herself, stepping in with the exhaustion of someone who had been holding other people together all day. She dropped onto the couch. “Tell me the evening is going to be quiet.” “I made food,” Joy said. “You’re my favourite person.” They ate on the couch. No television. Just the quiet shift into evening. Joy was quieter than usual. “How was your day?” Anne asked. “Quiet. You?” Anne exhaled. “Tiring. One of my clients was having a harder day. Those ones stay with you.”

His breath is warm against my neck, rhythmic, grounding. **Lucian (quiet, dragon-rumble deep, vibrating through my bones):** “You’re thinking too loud.” I laugh—soft, cracked open, the sound catching on the wind. **Seras:** “Can’t help it. Everything’s… quiet. It’s terrifying.” My voice wavers. Because quiet means space for the memories: the Sky Court wars, blood on my armor, gods falling in flames I summoned, Celeste’s coma haunting every sunrise I painted while she slept.

Just tell me what it's like. "Quiet," he said finally. "It's very quiet. Gods are never quiet — we're connected to everything, always, the hum of the world and the pull of worship and the weight of our domains. And then it's just gone. And you don't realise how loud it was until it stops." "Do you miss it?" she asked. "I thought I did," he said. "Until tonight." She looked down at her tea. When she looked back up, something in her expression had settled — that quality of someone who has made a decision they know is probably unwise and has made it anyway.

"Uncle Adam, let me introduce myself again." I took a file from Alfie's hand and lightly slapped it against Uncle Adam's pale face. "I'm the chief auditor sent by the HQ, codename Grim Reaper. You were asking earlier what I could do? Well, this is my answer, Uncle Adam."

"I am so relieved you're alive. We've all been so worried. Given everything you've been through, the stress, the instability—" "Mr. Angelo." I cut him off clean. "You're not a board member. You're here as a courtesy. Speak again without being addressed and I'll have you removed from the call." Silence. Gerald Whitmore, Chairman, clears his throat. "Miss Alexander, given the circumstances of the last few weeks, the board has serious questions about your capacity to—"