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She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

Riven muttered, his hand finding the small of my back with a pressure that felt like claiming territory in a crowd that threatened to separate us. "Try it," Dalilah shot back, already pulling me toward the nearest attraction, her fingers interlacing with mine in a grip that brooked no refusal. "Try it and I will tell every shadow in this city where you sleep." Zephina laughed, a sound like silver bells dropped into still water, and the shadows beneath her boots brightened in response, forming a path through the crowd that Dalilah followed without question. The illusion cinema rose before us, its entrance a maw of light that projected images into the street itself, scenes from stories that ha

he said with a strained voice. Wiping my tears, I ran upstairs to my room and threw myself on the mattress, covering myself with a blanket. The room was dead silent. Placid. The gentle breeze coming from the slightly opened window whispered a sweet lullaby into my ears, yet I couldn't fall asleep. What did I just do? It felt like a dirty stain on my conscience, and I couldn't shake off the guilt. Burn, Era. He has just rejected you! I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. I tried to relax and ignored my inner ear from nagging at me. You dirty slut! The little voice continued to taunt me until my head felt heavy and I finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

"Coco, find Dr. McClain in Southbay and see if he can treat your leg again." She suddenly stopped moving, and a strange light appeared in her eyes. "Lucius, you still care about me. Are you and Aunt Yvonne just putting on a show to trick me?" "Your leg's messed up, and now your brain's slipping too?" Yvonne, wearing a custom wedding dress, wrapped her arm around mine. "When Lucius shows care for you, he's worrying about his niece-in-law. Instead of wasting time here, you should hurry up and get your leg treated."

Iliana’s POV: I was lost in the world of fiction when my own world slowed down to a sudden halt. I was getting that feeling. Again. For the hundredth time now. Hair on the nape of my neck stood taller as my breathing became shallow. I clutched the book in my hands as if it were my only anchor. ‘It’s nothing. It’s just in your head.’ I chanted the mantra repeatedly, even though I knew it wasn’t only in my head. I wasn’t crazy. No matter what the police said, I couldn’t be paranoid enough to imagine the same horrifying thing again and again.

That was why she had become the unforgettable first love in his heart. But the truth was, she had abandoned him because she thought he was too poor. She had gone overseas to chase after rich men—only to spiral further into a life of indulgence, picking up a gambling addiction and racking up millions in debt. The guilt was obvious on her face. She stammered, "M-Maverick, these photos, these agreements… they're fake—all fake! How could I ever do something like this? Ophelia is trying to frame me!"

I had to have done that before, especially in a more reserved place. Zylah had only believed it because she was crazy, and had a great tendency to wish her literary novels were real. Even if I were lying, she would create a world based on my information, just to have a parallel reality in which to live. Even if she was suffering from vomiting, even if she felt the energy in the air, she still had a hallucinated glow in her eyes. The way she was when she started a new book and swore with her feet together that her favorite characters were real people and that she just didn't know them because she was an ordinary human.

After finally coming to this side? "Zia" I heard a very familiar gruff voice that I can never forget. Ril? How can Ril be here? Am I just hallucinating because I am dying? "Zia!" I closed my eyes suddenly, and there he appeared in my mind. Just like the way he is outside. "This is not real. You should wake up. If you die here, you will never be able to go back to the real world. You will be living in an illusion"

She said she was horrified, and suddenly the old tree showed its eyes and mouth. "Illusion tree?" Nara said slowly. An illusion tree where the victim will feel the illusion of life that the victim wants to feel. Then the tree will manifest and refuse to return to the real world. Even that person will die, and at that moment the illusion trees will absorb the energy of their victims.

“What are you pushing your hands for inside my basket?” “Sorry, I had to check,” replied Charles. “There was no time to argue with you but I think things are returning to normal. The illusions are shattering.” The companions ran around the island while I steered out of trouble. Instead, I observed the young boy Dahlia brought, he stared at the statue like studying it. It wasn’t that strange the illusions would disappear; they were all created by the small Dahlia, what she believed in was a reality in this small space, her power manifested and she wasn’t even aware of it or more like we were the ones who made her that way. Everyone started teaching her things to get what they wanted, those hy