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Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

Salem The entire morning, Madison stayed in her room. I blamed myself for her sudden change of mood. I hurriedly searched through the book for more pictures of my kind, but there were only two pictures. My mom in her human form and her wolf form. The book was mostly words; sadly, words I cannot read because I am illiterate. I heard Madison's door close. I quickly threw the book back into the box and took up the small book she was using to teach me the alphabet before she could spot me with the book her ex-mate wrote about my kind.

"How've you been lately, Madelyn? Last time Zach and I went to the hospital to see you, the doctor said you'd left. We planned to visit you at the Arnold residence, but we never found the time. I'm sorry." Without lifting her head, Madelyn turned a page and said, "I'm fine. You and Zach don't need to worry about me." Jadie looked at the book in Madelyn's hands, filled with Etlinish text. "What book are you reading?" "War and Peace." "It's not the right time to read these books. You haven't been back to school for several days, so I took notes for you. You can have them to review," Jadie said, not being able to help but worry for her.

She tried to make contact with it, but it was as if there was a barrier. She couldn't get through. It amazed her, the warm energy told her it was not a spirit, in the sense of a lost soul. Cold was fear, but that energy was warm. She felt it tingle. It disappeared again. Maddie walked on to the library. Rodolf was among the piles of books, reading on his laptop. Raven stood high on a ladder, leafing through the books. He tried to read the titles of the books with his head to the side.

Madeline had moved back to her late mother's abode, and found solace within the four walls. The water was boiling. She turned off the gas, and poured it into a ceramic cup. She prepared tea whilst scrolling through social media casually. Nothing groundbreaking had occurred in the world. ‘Was life ever this boring?’ Madeline thought. A message popped up. Maddy, I'm on my way. Be there in five. It was from Chanel. Madeline let out a smile. “What will I ever do without you?” She said, I'll be waiting… Madeline replied.

After that argument, Gianna and Matteo fell into a cold war. He stopped visiting, and she refused to reach out first. Lately, in her dreams, she kept seeing a warm family that did not exist—doting parents with relatives gathered around them. This longing was like an addiction. It flared up during rainy nights in the city, gnawing at her bones and piercing her heart. Hence, despite Matteo's strict warnings, she found herself drawn once again to the gates of Orleen Estate.

Sounds on the castle floors. She walked towards the library and picked a book, she kept on the third self, this was usually were she kept all her books, her favorites and the one she was planning to read. "Blood and war, a angel weakness.." Madeline read the title as she turned the cover to read the prologue, the writer didn't have time to right much she thought to herself as she glanced through it. *She had seen fire, she had seen wars,she had seen life to its fullest and death at its worse.But now there was nothing left. Nothing but dust, endless, endless dust and a very broken girl.*

I push inside and start searching. Nightstand first. Nothing but lip balm and an old phone charger. Under the mattress. Empty. Closet. Just clothes. I drop to my knees, check under the bed. Dust. Then I see the wooden crate in the corner. The books Madeline sent. They’re stacked neat except one that’s tilted sideways, like someone dropped it in a hurry. I crawl over, pull the tilted book out. Old leather cover. No title. I flip it open. Halfway in, big black letters jump out.

The guards made sure to make Madeline comfortable around them. When Madeline saw Raina she smiled and ran to her, “Mummy, see what I drew.” She gave the paper on which she was drawing to Raina and Raina smiled when she saw the drawing, there were three people in the drawing and Madeline explained, “This is mummy, this is me and this is Uncle Luke, with the food!” Raina smiled when she saw the painting, “wonderful painting.” “Thank you, Mummy.” Luke came to the room soon and Madeline showed him the drawing as well, “very pretty sweetheart.”

Olivia said simply, her expression tight. Madeline's somber face darkened with frustration. "You know what? Suit yourself. The girls are going to make your life hell. If you know what's good for you, keep hiding... nerd." With that, Madeline stormed off, slamming the door behind her. Olivia stared at the door for a long moment, a single traitorous tear escaping her eyelid. She wiped it away with her slender fingers. "I can't wait till graduation," she thought, pulling her laptop from the study table. She logged into her author’s website and continued writing her novel.