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He was sure they weren't, Taheem wasn't one to indulge freely in conversations, most especially if it happened to be with a stranger, much less someone he was to hate.
Omar had agreed to marry Mariam in exchange for Megan's safety and now he wasn't sure he should blindly trust his father, the man was unpredictable and had so many secrets surrounding him. Although the tinted windows made it a bit hard to see out the car, most especially with the sun gone from the sky, Omar still glanced back every now and then to ensure that the car was still behind and following them.
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Wolf Moon
I close my eyes and I raise my hands and I trace circles in the air, leaving trails of imaginary water droplets that merge and run into each other becoming shimmering streams of light and water.
Then I open my eyes and the Diner is filled with a pale glow and the werewolves have all turned to me but their movements are so, so slow. Then, still not really knowing what I'm doing but just trying to feel my way, I take a deep breath and I blow away the shimmering streams. They whorl and eddy, then disappear.
And the werewolves are still. But they're still now because they're watching me. Esme claps her hands in delight. It's the only sound.
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Moon Glow
Anna bounded into the bathroom and gave Amaris a big hug. Amaris was so relieved and happy to see her that she nearly crushed her with the hug that she gave her. “Your alive and safe!” Anna gushed as she pulled back from Amaris. “Why didn’t you message me?” Amaris looked at Anna funny “What do you mean? I was washed away by the river. I don’t even have a clue where my phone is.” Shaking her head no, Anna raised her hand and pointed to her head “You know, the telepathy thing. It came in handy before I figured you would be able to use it again.” Amaris stood still not sure what to say. She had not even thought about it after that moment of panic in the river. “I’m sorry, I was so caught up in
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Uncharted Waters
I nod,
“We are heading to my home here in Monaco, but I don’t live in the city, too much noise and bustling, I live on an island, there you will sign the needed documents, then we will speak further, understood? He raises a brow at me, his eyes now covered by his dark shades again, protecting his eyes from the blinding sun.
I nod, following him, it’s not hard to spot his yacht, it’s the biggest in the dock, but that’s not what makes it his, its fully a glossy black yacht, with FALCONE written boldly in gold at the side of the yacht.
“here” he grabs my hand helping me unto the yacht
I look around wondering why he’s suddenly acting like a gentleman after walking quickly behind him, without him
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Rejected Luna: Rise of the Moon Sovereign
I let the silver light flare brighter for a heartbeat “ the Moon will remind you.”
Down went his head once more. Tears streamed without pause. “I agree.”
I looked at Maelis.
A bit of give in the threads let words slip out.
“You can’t keep me like this forever,” she hissed.
I won’t do that. Down on my haunches now, face even with yours. Not her. Never powerful. Those things slip away like smoke. Life stays though. Cast out past the edge. A drifter. Forgotten name. The packs catch wind of your taint sticks to your trail. Nowhere welcomes what smells of treachery. Alone you’ll stay, no friend stepping forward to stand by your side. The path stretches empty, just footsteps meeting silence until
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The Lost Princess of the Alpha King
"I am called the Wanderer. I have traveled across the void between worlds, searching for the one who carries the bridge."
"You have found her."
"Yes. I have found you. And I have come with a request."
I did not trust the Wanderer.
There was nothing hostile in its demeanor, nothing threatening in its presence. But I had learned that appearances could be deceiving. The most dangerous enemies were often the ones who arrived with smiles and polite requests.
Kael moved to stand beside me, his hand resting on the blade at his hip. "What request?"
The Wanderer's starry eyes shifted to him. "I seek passage. The void between worlds has grown thin in recent seasons. The bridge has made it possible to
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His Gentle Voice, His Cruel Thoughts
I walked to the center of the stage and accepted the microphone, then calmly swept my gaze across the hall.
"Good afternoon, everyone. I am Stardust, creator of 'Moonfall on Leviathan.' And my real name is Maeve Rosethorn."
The hall erupted in an uproar.
Danika staggered back, looking ashen-faced, while Alder's thoughts hit me like a massive, crushing tidal wave.
[Maeve is Stardust? How is that even possible?
[The legendary, genius artist I spent six months trying to track down, who I was willing to pay any price to work with, was sleeping beside me this whole time!]
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Tempestuous Lover
I said and left the foyer putting my half-filled glass of champaign down to the side and leaving the venue.
Later that night after the driver dropped me home, I ran another bath and removed my jewellery placing it hanging on my jewellery display. Removing my make up and taking out my hair and throwing it up before continuing on removing my dress to get in the bath. I sat in the bath dimming the lights so the aroma was calming and laid there with my head back. The same scent as before leaving for the event filled my nose the scent of lavender body wash. I was in the middle of washing my face when I heard the maids shuffling down stairs and the door close, I wasn’t expecting Lewis to come back
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THE PRICE OF WENDY
Lillian did not know how to drive a boat and now that,
About a hundred meters away a hole had opened up on the sea’s surface it was sucking sea water and debris into it: it was an underwater cyclone; a maelstrom!
The rushing sea water tugged the boat towards the swirling whirlpool, Lillian felt like screaming and uprooting the hairs of her head in utter despair and anger, it was of no use. Tristan was out cold and he couldn’t be of any assistance now, the lives of the trio was now solely upon Lillian’s hands.
The boat was drifting stern first towards the whirlpool.
She was not going to sit still and cry over spilt milk, she had to do something right now at the spur of the moment, before it w
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Maeve: Marked By Blood, Chosen By Fate.
The false Maeve hissed low, stepping back as if she recognized her power.
Alia smiled faintly, her lips painted blood-red. “Did you think your trick could hold? Did you think he would not call me when the game grew too tangled?”
Daston snarled, his silver eyes flashing. “You meddle where you do not belong, witch.”
Her gaze cut to him like a blade. “I belong wherever Johan’s will takes me. And right now, it takes me here.”
Her eyes landed on me, soft but sharp, peeling me open. “Maeve. Vessel of the Moon. You cannot fight a reflection. You can only destroy the mirror.”
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Frequently Asked Questions
The main character in 'The Wanderer' is a fascinating figure who really sticks with you long after you finish the book. It's this introspective, almost mysterious traveler who moves through life observing more than participating, yet somehow feels deeply connected to every place they pass through. What I love about them is how their inner monologue contrasts with their quiet exterior—like a storm raging beneath a calm surface. The way the author crafts their journey makes you question whether they're running from something or searching for something, and that ambiguity is part of the magic.
Honestly, I found myself projecting onto them at times, especially during those raw moments when they'd pause to reflect on fleeting interactions with strangers. There's a scene where they help a child fix a bicycle chain in some tiny town, and the way they describe the grease on their fingers and the kid's laughter—it's these tiny, perfect snapshots that build this character's soul. Makes me wish I could hit the road with nothing but a backpack and see what kind of person I'd become.
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