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I echoed, my eyes trailing over the spines. “This is mostly factual books about my kingdom, about religion, about wars. The big library is mostly fictional books, all in different versions. Anything you could want to read, you would find in there.” Then I noticed it, noticed the fire in his eyes burning a little hotter, the crookedness of his smile turning a little more prudent. “Perhaps you can recommend something?” I asked, even though it wasn’t so much a question and more a request instead. “I’m sure I can be of assistance,” he mused, the heady tone creating something tingling between us. Something that flowed so naturally, like we were already drawn to each other.

And somewhere far ahead— deep within the darkness— something answered. A light. Tiny. Distant. Faint. But unmistakably real. The entire crew froze. The light flickered once. Then again. Not Mira's lantern. Not the Wayfinder. Something else. Something farther down the forgotten road. The darkness held its breath. The travelers stood together at the bow. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. And for the first time in centuries— the road to Lumora answered back. End of Book One ✨ To Be Continued in Book Two: The City Beyond the Broken Road

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

Upon closer inspection, I saw a book spine glowing with my blue magic. The light vanished when I touched the book, and I read the title: Lupinotuum Encyclopaedia.

She said this, standing on her feet. Going towards the corner, she stretched her right hand and started chanting some words in a foreign language. Suddenly, a bright purple light appeared above her and shone all over the room. It went silent for a while, and then she started chanting again, this time quickly and in a totally different language, which was like it was known to her alone. The light dissipated. In front of Harriet, Patrilia, Kelvin, and Peter stood a dashing old man, clad in an expensive black suit and leather shoes, holding a golden walking stick in his hands that shimmered under the room.

TRIGGER WARNINGS #EWTLOPH is a dark Reverse Harem romance novel consisting of some sinister triggering elements that you might want to look out for. There is the occurrence of rape, graphic violence, bondage, assault, explicit sexual circumstances, and particular kinks such as breath play, impact play, blood play, masochism and more so watch out. You know what to do if it ever gets too dark and dirty. ~~~ THIRTEEN YEARS EARLIER ALYSSA

Justin POV The sun dipped low on the horizon, a golden glow casting over the calm waters surrounding my yacht. I leaned against the balcony railing, a glass of wine in my hand. Isabella lay stretched out on the outdoor sofa, her legs curled slightly, her hair spilling over the cushions in soft waves. A book rested in her hands, its cover sporting the title The Glass Castle. Occasionally, she reached for the bowl of strawberries and grapes beside her. She smiled as she read, her fingers grazing the fruit before popping one into her mouth.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

A faint silver glow pulsed across the cover like veins of light, it beat like a second heart in her hands. Alistair stepped back, lowering his spear. His face twisted, not in anger but in fear. “By the blood… where did you get that?” “From the cave,” Liora whispered, voice shaking as the light spread over her skin. “Where the light began.” The journal’s glow grew brighter, silver spilling on the cracked stones beneath. Outside, the howls drew closer. Claws scraped stone. Torches flickered through the trees, flames moving like eyes among the shadows. Light danced over the broken chapel windows, shadows growing sharp.