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Moonlight came through the big windows. I moved to his desk first. Drawers were locked. I tried the bookshelves next. Nothing. Then I noticed a small painting on the wall. It looked different. I lifted it carefully. Behind it was a hidden safe. My heart raced. I tried numbers. My birthday. Nothing. Sarah’s birthday. The safe clicked open. Inside were papers and a small black book. I pulled out the book. My sister’s diary. Real leather. Her handwriting on the first page. Tears came fast as I read.

[ IN WHICH HE GETS HANDLED ] SIN'S POV: Daylight streams in through the windows. Streaks of light shine down on November's face. I watch her twist a little from the discomfort, so I lift my palms up, blocking the light rays, and after a few seconds, she settles back into her sleep. Her olive skin glows under the light, while mine shimmers underneath it, the painful sting causing the skin cells to awaken. Sunlight always complimented her beautiful, caramel skin, and it still beautifies it, even while she is asleep and unaware.

Chapter 18: A Day of Light The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the landscape outside the castle. It was the first truly peaceful morning Karina had experienced in what felt like a lifetime. The weight of the past few weeks—the secrets, the betrayals, the fears—seemed to melt away in the warmth of the early sunlight. It was as if the world outside had decided to pause and give them a moment to breathe.

She’s playing her part well here. She’s composed, polite, so lovely it makes my chest hurt. She’s a beautiful, soft petaled rose… with poison-tipped thorns. “What was it like, growing up in Norway?” Wendy asks Lars, her voice warm with genuine curiosity. Lars leans back in his chair, cradling his beer like a storyteller about to hold court. “Solitary. But beautiful. During the polar night, the sun doesn't rise for weeks. You learn to live by moonlight. Skiing beneath the Northern Lights is truly extraordinary.”

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

While massaging her feet Antonio was reading a story to Jeevika where he read a paragraph " After like decades, my journey seemed to come to an end. The warmth of the fire was beautiful but the warmth of the sun can be a life, I learned when its rays fell upon me and the snow all over me sparkled like stars. Stars at night I had witnessed but a star in the day I had never before. That star was the Sun. Sun is invisible! I witnessed it when I saw my tears wetting my eyelashes and running down drenching my cheeks. It was warmth. The rays of the sun scattered into seven shades of love welcoming me back to life. My red hands shivered as they moved up to embrace the sun between them but before I

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

*** The sun rose from the eastern horizon, illuminating the plains with its light that was obscured by the thick white fog in the middle of the Northern winter. Penelope Zircon blinked her eyes to wake herself up in her hotel bed as she felt the light piercing her eyelids from the window. Ugh—why was her body aching all over? That's when she felt like she might as well just sleep again and feel lazy about doing anything for today. That was before she realized that there was someone else in her bed beside her. Penelope paled and widened her eyes to see the bare back of a dark-haired man still fast asleep beside her.

In this novel , Jullias only loved Orkhis until the end , even though she struck in between first prince's scheme. Ah , I'm tired . I reached the mansion and went to my room . After, changing into pyjamas , it's already night . Yesterday night,I was busy organizing my plans , I didn't have a chance to look at the moons . I think , I'll see it today. I called Ash to keep me company in the balcony of daisy room . As I said before ,in this world there are 2 moons. One is emitting golden light and the other blue light . It was such a beautiful sight .

"I was so blind and so stubborn. I completely pushed your needs aside. From this moment on, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." I lay on the bed, my body still weak, but a deep, comforting warmth flooded my chest. That profound sensation of finally being trusted and loved was what I had craved for countless days and nights. Slowly, an irresistible wave of exhaustion washed over me. I allowed my eyes to drift shut. But this time, there was no fear or resentment. There was only a profound, beautiful security. I knew, without a doubt, that Marie would be guarding my side. When I opened my eyes again, dusk had settled. The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the glas