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This dream felt different, more real, yet something was amiss. Even in my most vivid dreams, Anton's smile hadn't been this radiant and innocent. It was an image that had long faded in my memories. "What's the date today?" I asked. Anton cocked his head. "Friday. Have you been studying so hard that you've lost track of time?" "No, I mean, what's the actual date?" I said. He chuckled, "March 25, 2011. You even reminded me this morning that tomorrow's your birthday. Don't tell me you've forgotten already?"

Phyra asked while she continued to get clothes. "Ahmm... at first, yes, because I didn't expect that I would be with those five in the same house? It's a dream of women." Aza replied, which made Phyra nod. "You're right, besides, they're not very close to women, except for Onyx." Phyra said, smiling, turning to Aza, which she agreed with. "That one's a playboy." Aza said, which made Phyra smile. "Only a few people are talked to and approached by those five, you're lucky to be with them."

He then held the Nostro Compass in his hands while looking solemn. Tyr also held his breath. He knew what was going to happen next. It would be something of great importance to them. After some time, Jim announced, “Boss, the fifth book is the Torment Manuscript. Our nation is not exactly going through a difficult time as our era is somewhat peaceful.” “Well, you told me about that before.” Tyr nodded. “The five magic books were born out of the Celestial Empire’s luck. Those books can't be born abroad. Old Zab, where is the fifth book? Have you figured it out?”

"Wait, what?" "Yeah," I smile. "I was five, and Rex was seven. Mom, Dad, and I went here for a vacation once. It was the time they were making you." "Can you stop with that?" Ares groans. "Just having images of our parents having sex is disturbing."

Her pen is lying on the open notebook, forgotten, and her hands are still in her lap. “You’ve known,” she says. “This whole time. You’ve known it was the same people.” “Yes.” “And you’ve been carrying that alone for five years.” I don’t answer. The silence says it for me. She unfolds herself from the floor in one quiet motion and crosses to the shelf directly beside my chair. I watch her eyes move across the spines, reading titles. She pulls one out. It’s a small book. Old, cloth-covered, the spine creased with use. She turns it over, opens it to the first page, and holds it out to me.

"Alright. We'd better not talk too much about Nikolai's affairs. When we meet Hailey in the future, we will pretend that we don't know her" "What else can we do?" Nadine pouted, and she looked slightly interested. She must figure out what happened five years ago. ...... ........ Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

"I will sell it to all the guilds, families, provinces, and academies of the Lithuanian continent." "Five years," the king began negotiations. "3 years, I believe that in 3 years I will have learned enough in my research to write a second volume to this book. I will then sign a similar contract with you for that book as well," there was a silence as the king was considering everything.

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is the fifth book of the Temptation Series. All the books under this series can be read as standalone books. This series deals with a series of passionate love stories of the Donnelly brothers and their friends, with spin-offs, all having captivating plotlines to keep you interested till the end. Summary

Just with a quiet acceptance that some stories end badly. I turned back to the kitchen to start the coffee. Gideon found me there an hour later, hair messy, eyes soft. "You're up early." "Couldn't sleep." "Bad dreams?" "No." I poured him a cup. "Good thoughts." He raised an eyebrow. "That's new." I laughed. "I've spent ten years afraid of the future. Afraid of trusting the wrong person." "And now?" I looked at him—at the quiet strength in his face, at the patience he had shown me year after year.

Not only that, but also printed in a hardcover book. Ethan’s friend peered before pointing toward the book. “Can you please check the date for me?” I eyed the bold font at the bottom, the grip on the book tightening, air trapped inside my lungs. Slowly I looked up, “I-It’s fifty years old.” Ethan gulped. “H-How?” “So now that we got it covered, I hope you are convinced that I won’t be making up anything.” “I am.” I eagerly bobbed my head.