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Rivera said, looking at Anita who is still sleeping. "She's a wandering ghost," Lotus said. "You'll make more friends soon. Your real fate is just about to start. You clocked 2,500 today" Rivera said. "I felt it," Lotus replied. "You were destined to be banished, it's part of your fate to be castled out, but it might just be a cruel fate" Rivera said. "Cruel fate? I don't understand" "You can't understand right now Lotus, find out yourself" Rivera said and the wide arms of her robe spread as she pointed her arm at Lotus.

I know that what I considered was heartless, but fate was unkind to all of us regardless. Cruel to Monica by binding her to a married man, cruel to Olivia by linking her to me before I discovered my fated mate, and lastly cruel to me by placing me in a situation where. I might have to shatter all my vows and be the savage in what's meant to be my Love tale. I took my leave from the balcony without uttering a single word. I returned to my seat and discovered that Olivia wasn't there. Upon reaching home and Olivia wasn't there either, I Knew that she had figured it out.

Three of my most trusted generals were sitting around the central desk, each deeply engrossed in their strategy tablets. “This is where he currently is, thanks to the intelligence we have gotten from planted city guards.” Joseph began, pointing to a neighborhood in the south of the Lycan capital. “We don’t know how many people he has, but the note he sent us was clear. He’s going to bring them all.” “Can I see it?” I asked. General Gleeson nodded, and retrieved a gilded envelope from the top desk drawer. I flicked away the seal and opened it up to reveal Lucas’s poor handwriting which spelled out, “WE MEET AT DAWN FOR THE LYCAN THRONE.”

If I give him the remaining Fate stones, he might kill me right after. He hesitated—and that was enough. Satan snapped his hand with a mere thought. Bones cracked. Asmodeus screamed and dropped the stones. “You can slither away now,” Satan spat. Cradling his crippled hand, Asmodeus ran. Only three stones remained—one each for the remaining lords: Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Satan himself. “My Lords,” a scout whispered, “there’s one of them—on the lake. About fifty yards out.”

“Truth is I don’t believe you’ll find your mate in the next few days. If she were close, she’d have come.” Zyon’s eyes burned with frustration. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing. “Zyon,” Jettson said, firm again, “this isn’t to force you. It’s to prepare you. A Luna can’t be a mystery forever. If she won’t come to you, maybe the Goddess is leading you somewhere else.” Zyon held his father’s gaze. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll come. But don’t expect me to play nice.” Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Jettson remained seated, arms crossed tightly. His voice came low and sharp, spoken only to the empty room:

After a brief pause, I still refused outright. "They don't deserve it." The bloody path I fought through in my last life was something Mona should walk herself this time. Jonah smiled faintly. "You and your sister really are different." With that, he went upstairs. Watching his back, a dead memory stirred. In the flames, I seemed to see that same figure running toward me. Or was that just a hallucination before death? Early the next morning, I received a notification that a large sum of money had been transferred out of my bank account.

“I had another nightmare, but this time around, it wasn't like the others. I could feel her pain. Every time she was hit, every time she died and came back, every pain that was inflicted on her, I could feel everything but I still couldn't see her” I said, leaving not a single detail out. I needed a solution, I needed a vivid explanation. She looked like she was lost in thought so I decided to ask. “Could… could it be that the moon goddess has decided to give me a mate”? I asked but I saw her shake her head. Of course, what was I expecting? For a lycan born with the blood of a demon, I was expecting way too much. “I don't know what this is. I don't know if the moon goddess has decided to ble

she said with a shaky voice " Remember what? Have you been crying?" I asked noticing some dry tears on her face and her puffy eyes. " He couldn't make it," she said " who?" I asked " He said I should give you this, you will understand after reading," she said while giving me a letter. THE LETTER..... Hello, Lucy! before I start, I want to apologize for not being there now, I want to apologize for saying my last words to you on a piece of paper. I knew a day like this will come but not so soon. If you are reading this now, just know that I have gone forever.

she smiled Jason barked with laughter, clutching her tiny waist with vigor. "That's impossible, you're the only key to my heart, and it's locked and if you ever left no one else can unlock it," he said sincerely. Sophia smiled at him bashfully. "How did I ever meet you Jason Bestman?." "I guess I should say apart from your silly stepmother throwing you out that night with me drunk on high, it was all fate that led us here Mrs. Bestman" he replied kissing her vehemently. Don't forget to vote.

A part of me regretted throwing the magazine in the trash can, because if for nothing at all, I could have found out how well he had moved on with his life so I could at least get the closure I needed to move on with mine. But it was all good. Maybe, God let it happen like that for a reason. “Cin?” I heard Sam call out softly, snapping me out of my reverie. “Yeah?” He was driving, so he just shot me a quick glance and turned his attention back to the road. “Uhh, you know…. So I've been thinking,”