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Azrael said after a pause before disappearing into thin air. Teleporting herself inside the cave, she looked at the large dirty blue-colored book that had violet orbs embedded on it, and couldn't help but open it to write what she saw today. It was a book she had been trying to find ever since she lost it. It was the future depicting book of the witches that would vaguely tell about their future.

This book right here in my palm, it's a record, written in literature form. I guess when they say, some people just like to keep records of all the evil stuff they had done, my father is part of those *Some people* This book here is titled : How I killed the barcelona ambassador... Like what in fucking hell. Who in their right senses would keep a thing like this. I picked up another book, and this one is titled... The fall of Mr Gath. Many other books had their own specific title, and I feel so horrible to know my father would keep a record like this. Isn't he afraid that the ghost of this people might hunt him down, or that he could get arrested and all this, right here.... Would be use as

The roof of the car caved in, making me duck down, and as I laid there looking up at the dented interior of the roof, a screeching of metal twisting and turning filled my ears. I watched in horror as the roof of the car was ripped into, and then peeled back like a tin can. It revealed an extremely pissed off Azael, who was now crouched on top of the car. He opened up the roof with ease, leaving himself more than enough room to enter the car. I froze on the spot as I stared into his jet-black eyes. The white swirls that were spinning around in their black abyss, had me hypnotized. I was unable to move or scream, all I could do was watch as he climbed into the car and leaned over me. He slowly

“You threatened her, left her with no choice. You made her beg for it.” “I didn’t do shit,” Elias gritted. Even in his last moments, he had the audacity to speak with confidence and a hint of threat. “She was a fool to have mixed business with emotions.” I decided it was finally time for me to step in. “Just like Amara Castellanos?” I questioned and trudged forward. Elias's gaze snapped to me and his eyes widened as I stood in front of his chair. Nine fucking years. There hadn’t been a day I hadn’t looked at his face, just to remind myself of all the shit he had done. “You ruined not only my sister, but Zia Di Falco. If you had dug a little deeper, you would’ve known that her real name wasn’

“Right now, I want you to stay close to my daughter and protect her. I don’t know what Marael is planning, but whatever it is, I don’t want Nevaeh caught in the middle of it.” Azazel clears his throat. “I asked some of my mates on the streets to keep an eye out for her. The question is, what do you want us to do if we find her. Because I have to be honest with you, mate; If that whore shows her face, I will wring her bloody neck.” I don’t disagree with Azazel. I hate Marael as much as they do. I hate her for bespelling me into thinking I loved her, and I hate her for trying to destroy the woman that I love.

“It should have.” He hesitated. “Because of last night?” She shook her head. “No. Because of what came after.” He swallowed. “What did come after?” Althea lifted her gaze to him. And Luca Ashford—careless heir, charming threat, untouchable prince—felt something inside him surrender. Her eyes weren’t just scared. They were grieving. “I woke something, Luca,” she said quietly. “Something old.” He didn’t move. “And when it looked at me,” she whispered, “I looked back.”

She’d left as quickly and quietly as she’d arrived. Pausing only briefly to ponder on the mysteries of Maggie, she settled herself back onto the sofa to further investigate the treasured book before her. She found connotations for invoking both good and evil spirits, as well as one to raise the dead. This surprised her. Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead?

“Miss Rose!” Karen rushed towards Rose but was careful in her steps as she eyed the greasy content on the floor with cautioned eyes. Azazel with both his hands tucked in both sides of his jeans' pockets continued his laughter from the sides leaning against a pillar. “It never gets old with you Rosy. Always so oblivious to what's happening around you.” His words only ticked off Rose all the more.

“What did you find?” Azazel gestures for everyone to take a seat across the conference table’s smooth surface and lays out several photocopies on top of the table. He waves for me to settle the book on the table, which I promptly do. Michael looks at the book. “In Libro Regum,” he mutters. “The Book of Kings.”

He shoved them into his pockets as he left the library, his head tilted down, refusing to look back even once. His heartbeat wouldn’t calm down. By the time he reached his room, Jaelen was still asleep and turned toward the wall. His steady breathing filled the space. Azxel shut the door quietly and leaned against it for a long moment. His heart still raced, and his chest felt tight. He hated feeling like something had crawled under his skin but he felt it. He couldn't help but become intrigued by who can get under his skin. He kicked off his shoes and sank onto his bed, burying his face in his hands. The image of that stranger’s eyes hunted him because they were pretty.