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“Maybe we should talk, Aiden. It’s long overdue. It’s time we settle our scores.” Aiden regarded him for a long moment, then glanced at the claws protruding from Damien’s hands. “Not with fangs and claws involved.” Damien’s lips curled into a cold smile. Slowly, he retracted the claws back into his skin. “Fine.” Aiden folded his arms. “What do you want to talk about?” “Cassia.” “You mean Amelia?” “No.” Damien’s tone hardened. “Amelia died seven years ago, the night you rejected her and cast her out. The woman you see today…she was reborn from those ashes. Her name is Cassia Wrenmoor. You should stop calling her Amelia.”

Answered the woman Sarah's Pov - I was not surprised anymore since now I knew... I'm the villainess of one of the novels written by one of my most favourite authors the novels name was ' True Love '. It was one of the novels that didn't click with me because I felt bad for the villainess but... Hey, why the hell am I the villainess...? But, before that the most important thing is... “Then, I suppose you are my parents?” asked Sarah “That is right, dear.” Said the Duchess

Princess Damina of Dodo Kingdom was now in another land called Abumu where she ran off to during the invasion of the Witch, the mother to a man she had always loved. She hissed as she remained seated near the window of the bar she was inside with a bartender standing before her. She could not possibly call what happened two years back in her father's palace a war, no, that was not a war but a disgrace. She had never seen a dragon until that day and having heard that her father was dead she had imagined many ways Samata must have used the dragon to kill her father, the King of Dodo.

Duncan replied Amelia, smiling. There is a lively atmosphere out on the balcony, under the blue sky. The people are constantly cheering for The God of Mist, the fourth princess, and Duncan. He didn't know what else to do but mimic his sister's actions, which was to wave to them. "When I first arrived here, I only knew how to imitate my father; now I'm used to it." "Don't be perplexed," Amelia said with a chuckle. She could read his mind completely, despite the fact that the power granted to her by the Book of Origins in the year she turned one hundred did not include that ability. This talent is her own; she is a true genius princess.

But Darcy made him fall in Love with her. Alexander Loved Darcy. Dreamt of a Beautiful Life with her. She was innocent and Loving. She won Hearts everywhere she went. Her Beauty was like a Cherry on Cake for her Beautiful Heart. It was as if her Beautiful Heart was showing on her Face. Everything about her was Beautiful and Positivity. But that wasn't The Truth. They were kept under the Illusion. Whatever she showed them was just a Mask. The Truth was that, she was the Dangerous Beast that had no empathy for Human Beings. In fact she was that kind of Beast that Enjoyed Killing Human Beings.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

Demian bows: Lord, allow me Demian moves down the aisles to his wing, while the king moves down, followed by Leanne, Peter and the guards. The rest of the day passed in peace and neither Zina nor Damian appeared, and everyone was busy with his work. The next day, all the princes present in the castle were gathered at the rest house, chatting and exchanging jokes and news. Layan was with him to approach them and share their time with them. Damian was also present. He came to the castle yesterday and decided to spend some time with him. His brothers, and while everyone was engrossed in talking, each group converging together, a maid entered to take a break to offer them fruits and drinks, and

I looked up from the book i was reading, a fable Vivi had given me to pass time with when i got bored. His Majesty's Bride, it was named. It spoke of the love between the first Fae the goddess Luna had created and his mate. I sighed, dropping the book on the table that stood close to the hearth. "Who is it?" "'Tis I. Amilie." "Oh." I unlocked the door and set it ajar for her. She came in bearing a pile of clothing and... things in her hand.

Kade headed inside to dig for information. Damon slid into the waiting car, his expression unreadable. The driver glanced back. "Where to, Your Highness?" Damon looked down at the bracelet in his hand. "Back to the palace," he murmured. "I have plans to finalize." Tomorrow, he would depart for Averelle. Tomorrow, he would meet the princess he was destined to marry. And yet… His mind drifted back to the girl with disheveled hair, trembling fingers, and a voice tinged with quiet sadness.

EVOLET Despite their support for the Queen, the five damsels were still removed. Sorceress Thelma didn’t hesitate to cast a spell that vanished the ladies into thin air. Probably sending them back home, maybe. “You can all go inside. We meet again during dinner,” Queen Chriselda said, stealing a glance at me, before leaving with the sorceress. All the maidens were heading back into the mansion. Derby came over to hug me, expressing her joy in my luck, while Fiona glared at me with detest, before leaving with the others.