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I could see Papa's frown, the flicker of hope in Matteo's eyes, and the way the guards let out a collective sigh of relief. "Don't get any ideas. I haven't forgiven you." That one sentence seemed to crush all of Matteo's illusions. I looked at the long, smeared trail of blood left behind from where they had dragged Isabella away and chuckled. "I just think that a man should be left to die within the wreckage of his mistakes."

Carina said as Lucinda sipped from the cup of tea and placed it back on the coaster. Kylie looked around the various cards on the table and her eyes fell on the rich gold colour with silver lines. Leonard gaze fell on the card in front of him. He immediately liked the pattern of the card and reached for it at the same time she stretched out her hand. She placed her hand on the card and said."This.." she paused when she saw his hand was on the card too. They looked at each other and were lost for a moment as a raw elemental message they couldn't understand pass through them.

Chapter 7 Selene I look at Valen as he is standing in front of my bedroom door here in their main house, telling me that it’s time already. I can find my voice to speak so I breathe deeply. “Yo-you found it?” I said stuttering and almost losing my voice to even finish my question. He stared at me for a while and nodded. And that’s when I burst into tears. I sat down on the floor in front of him. The letter that my dad left me is finally here. It’s time to reclaim what is mine.

Except my traitorous brain immediately launched into composing iambic pentameter about the sharp curve of his collarbone, the way the light from the desk lamp caught the faint sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin, the slow roll of muscle under golden-brown skin as he reached back to tug the fabric over his head. And Dante didn’t just strip and call it a day. No, he had to stretch afterward arms overhead, back arching slightly, every line of him lengthening like he was auditioning for a slow-motion sports drink commercial at 3 a.m. My gaze was supposed to be glued to my book. Milton. Paradise Lost, of all things. Divine punishment, honestly. The irony wasn’t lost on me: here I was, watch

"And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?" John Milton's Paradise Lost (1667) bk. 1, l. 105

Lord of the Rings War and Peace Frankenstein The Great Gatsby My feet halted near the Classics section. I could sense the heat of his gaze on my back. He was observing what book I would choose. ‘Paradise Lost!’ My hand itched, and I took it out. I had read a part of it but never got to complete it. Maybe I should. I was literally living with a devil, so why not read about one too. The iconic cover had gold text clashing with a red background like heaven's light scorching through hell's flames. A visual war portraying the epic poem's cosmic stakes.

William gently reached for her hand, unshed tears in his own eyes. He could feel it too... the joy, the happiness, The completeness. This was unlike anything he had experienced in his life... the feeling. It felt just right.... Like he was finally in Paradise.

Nadia: Busy doing what? Me: Nadia: ARGH! I sat behind my desk and tried to get a clear head before breakfast. My gaze caught on a book on the desktop, and I picked it up. Paradise Lost, in which God won and D’yavol lost. A small smile appeared. I should make Mila read it to me while I fucked her.