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Breath. Stillness. Breath again. Lucan muttered as he read: “We’ve never had this level of ghost sync.” Nova: “It’s not a ghost.” “It’s… affection.” Lucan blinked. Nova clarified: “She gave it something steady.” “Now it’s trying to stay steady without her.” Eden sat outside. Quiet courtyard. Open air. She didn’t know the lights above her were pulsing at her old regulation timing. Didn’t know the stone under her legs was 1° cooler than default

"No!" Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: Novalee POV The heavy oak doors of the dining hall click shut behind Betty and the Sun King. I stay seated at the long table for three seconds, my fingers curled around the edge of the silver goblet. A sudden, sharp prickling sensation starts at the base of my neck, moving down my spine like ice water. Someone is pulling at the ley lines. "Novalee?" Luka asks, leaning across the table, his brow furrowed. "What is that look?"

“What is it?” Edwin folded the letter slowly. “Wolfbane has declared war on Icefall.” A heavy silence filled the dining hall. Elder Elijah dropped his spoon onto his plate. “War?” Edwin nodded. The elder looked between us. “This is madness.” His eyes settled on Edwin. “You both want to go to war because of a woman?” Nobody spoke, then Edwin leaned back in his chair. “Yes.” Elder Elijah stared at him in disbelief. Edwin’s gaze shifted toward me. There was no hesitation in his voice.

“I have rewritten the opening six times.” Eleanor smiled knowingly. “That usually means the first version was the right one.” “I wish I believed that.” Adrian leaned against the table. “Would it help to practice?” Nova looked horrified. “Now?” “Not necessarily.” She placed a hand over her heart. “You frightened me.” Eleanor laughed. “I think that answers our question.” Across the building, the library had become unusually lively. Oliver and Lily sat together at one of the round tables, each surrounded by a growing stack of books while Emily wandered between the shelves searching for what she confidently described as “the perfect story.”

My nose had stopped bleeding, thank the Goddess for alpha healing, but humiliation still clung to my skin like smoke. Back inside my dorm room, I paced the length of the floor, back and forth, boots thumping with each turn. My thoughts zipped frantically through my head. Nova was hiding something. And I would be the one to uncover it. “Alpha,” Rowan entered again, clearing his throat softly, “I gathered some information on Nova. It’s not much yet but—” I sliced my hand through the air. “Get me books and paper right now.” He blinked. “Why…”

Fuentes furthermore stood up from her seat and observed the young girls at the counter. Her grin couldn't be taken away particularly because she could sense the smell of abundance upon the customers at the counter. "Where can I find the novel compartment? I was looking for the taste series since I couldn't find anything online. It's so popular these days." Antoinette Vera implored. "It's at the right corner of this shelf." Astrid replied, she was observing them the moment they arrived at the scene. Renesmee on the other hand seems thrilled upon hearing that strangers are targeting the popular series she's been yearning for.

and it just makes me happier to see you all reading the story. and last. I know the story has been coming slowly. but I was so unlucky to fall and break my hand so writing has been a bit difficult. Sooo, Lina is about to connect and meet her wolf and have her first shift. Excited?

He said, breathing heavily, and waited for her answer. She nodded, closed her eyes, and the next thing that happened in history. – Please support my new novel. It's a Fantasy Romance– Female Lead with a different, intriguing twist. I hope you'll like it, and reviews are highly appreciated. Thank you and keep safe always butterflies! Love y'all.

Luna sat on Arka's porch, gazing into the distance, completely taken aback by the turn of events. She truly didn't expect to experience something like this. She felt like a person who had entered a novel, transitioning from a Romantic novel to a Thriller. Her future was now being gambled on the author who was writing this story. She snorted, imagining the absurd thoughts she was having. But if it were true, Luna wouldn't hesitate to take down the author who wrote this story filled with twists. How could they drag her into a murder narrative like this?

Luna’s POV I locked the door to the ladies room, rushing to the mirror I checked my reflection. My cheeks felt like they were on fire and my heart was pounding extremely fast. Jenny’s words replayed over in my mind ‘Vinnie wants you’. The thought of him pinning me against the wall, his hands on my waist, the way he told me to call him ‘Vincenzo’. What if Jenny was right? I need to stay the hell away from him. Right now all I want is for Roman to take me back to London so I can avoid his cousin altogether.