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It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.

Hearing the door open, he raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Brewster. Brewster breathed hitched. He could feel Ace's terrible mood. Ace returned his gaze to his laptop, "Wash up." He ordered. Brewster nodded and slowly dragged his feet to the bathroom. His mind wandered as he opened the shower, letting the water pour over his body while he rubbed it. "I hope... he pays me this time." He silently wished.

POV MADDISON # CHAPTER 9: Splitting the Prey The sting of the morning’s revelations still burned in my veins long after Caleb had left me breathless and trembling against the polished wood of his desk. Richard was having a child with Lauren. The betrayal was absolute, but the weakness I used to feel had been completely ironed out of me. I spent the next hour in my suite, dressing in a sharp black blazer and jeans. I was scheduled to accompany Asher to the northern district to inspect one of the primary commercial properties Richard’s company had just defaulted on.

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

She looked back, eyes warm but steady. **EMBER** “Then make it count.” And with that, she left him in the golden quiet of the room—grateful, at last, to be alive. **** POV: Asher Nightshade. The apartment smelled like sage and fresh laundry. The windows were cracked open just enough to let the mountain air in—cool, clean, humming with distant city lights. It had rained earlier, and the scent of damp earth still lingered on the wind. **Ember** sat cross-legged on the floor beside a small stack of baby clothes, folding them slowly. Her brow was furrowed in quiet concentration, her motions careful, like each onesie might fall apart if she didn’t do it right.

The Alpha's Judgement The air in the Alpha’s war room tasted like rusted iron and burnt coffee. Two weeks. Two weeks since the scent of Lila’s jasmine perfume had clung to Asher’s sheets, since her laughter had curled around the cracks in his resolve. Now her name sat between them like a landmine, detonating in his mother’s voice.

And it was writing now. Liora rose from the ash. The Inkblade was beside her again. But it felt heavier. More dangerous. Because now, it wasn’t just her weapon. It was her past. The wind picked up. Pages fell from the sky, Not blank, Not yet Each one with a title that pulsed: “The Queen of Ash” “The Mother Who Burned” “The Daughter Unwritten” “The Betrayer’s Return” One page stopped in front of her, It was written in her own hand but she’d never written it. And it read:

She curled her lips with disdain. Daniel rubbed his chin and said, "Idiot, do you know what your biggest feature is?" "What is it?" She blinked. "You're a liar," he said, lifting his charming thin lips. Sonia was speechless. It would be better for her to stay away from this venomous man. After the careful editing of the second round of Beauty on Runway, the show would air on Saturday. It showed the scene where Sonia's dress was ruined in the first episode, and the scene where Fabian poured coffee on her deliberately.

Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together. “Omg you will never believe what happened, so you know the Cohen gang in America, well guess what. The leader, Jared Cohen’s daughter ran away right after her marriage to the heir of the Hawthorn family was announced. It was the quite a scandal, most people are still talking about it. The Cohen’s are searching for her to save their reputation and pride, while the Hawthorns are enraged. They say she’s coming to Italy, but tha

she moaned as he started rubbing her slit with his fingers. She gripped his shoulders when two fingers slid inside her. They locked eyes, both of them breathing heavily, their gazes clouded with lust. She had never felt such intensity before—such an electrifying chemistry that threatened to consume them whole. "If this is what you call dirty, then I’m willing to get dirty with you, Sir Noah," she whispered before rocking her hips against his hand.