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He moved closer, though I wasn't afraid. 'What does he want now?' I muttered inwardly, knowing fully well that my job was not to help a stranger. If Clara ever finds out, then I would be doomed. He stood in front of me, his blue eyes fixed on mine. He leaned slowly and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't move.

The tremor came again, deeper this time, echoing from somewhere far below the frostlands. The twins reacted instantly. The flame born child fell silent, eyes widening. The frost born twin’s aura intensified, cold spreading outward as if bracing against something unseen. Lyra felt it too. A presence. Ancient. Hungry. The stranger’s expression shifted slightly, interest turning into caution. “So,” they murmured. “It wakes sooner than expected.” “What wakes?” Kael asked sharply. No answer. Instead, the stranger raised both hands, summoning a larger wave of power, dark energy spiraling upward into a towering shape that loomed over them.

It felt like being touched by a corpse that was still warm. "He’s in the basement, Panni," the stranger in the skin whispered, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear. The scent of him—the cedar and the salt—was still there, mocking me. "He’s watching through the windows of his own eyes, screaming into the void. He chose the heart, remember? And the heart is so easily broken when the mind is hijacked."

“Making you fix what you broke.” The pressure between us snapped suddenly— Like an invisible thread tightening. Pain shot through my chest. I gasped. The stranger flinched at the exact same moment. Our eyes widened simultaneously. The connection vanished just as quickly. But the echo of it remained. Sharp. Burning. Impossible. Caelum looked between us, alarm flashing across his face. “No,” he said under his breath. I stared at the stranger. “What was that?” For the first time since arriving He looked unsettled.

As if he was already imagining stripping the dress off her and bending her over the nearest surface. Elena didn’t look away. Instead, she felt her body respond with embarrassing eagerness — thighs pressing together, a slick warmth coating her thong. In her mind, flashes of what could happen returned unbidden: those large hands gripping her thighs, that mouth on her nipples, that powerful body driving into her until she couldn’t think straight. She wanted it. She wanted him to ruin her for anyone else. The stranger — Damian — finally set his glass down and rose from his seat. He moved with the confident stride of a man who always got what he wanted. As he approached, the air between them crac

"The one where I stopped for the stranger. The one where you first noticed me." Morwen nodded. "The watcher is showing us its memories. Everything it witnessed across the centuries. It is sharing them with us, the way the memory-flowers share echoes." Clara reached out and touched the nearest flower. The light surged, and suddenly she was not in the garden. She was in the corridor. The stranger was on the floor, injured, and Clara was kneeling beside her, saying something she could not hear. At the end of the corridor, a figure watched—a woman with crimson eyes, younger than Morwen was now, her expression unreadable.

Fleur stared at the screen, and at this moment, she felt dizzy and confused, and she collapsed into devastation almost instantly. She gathered her Reiki in her hands and crushed Tarlon's phone with a bang. Startled, Tarlon tried to comfort her when he saw her gritting her teeth and roaring with a sullen face, "Fuck! He did it on purpose! How dare he? How dare he?!" "He did it on purpose?" Tarlon asked hastily. "Do you mean that the mysterious man sent the treasure tower back to Oskia?"

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

Not because you are so sure a dreambender was calling you, it was true. Get over him! He was not worth it! She stepped back. This is nonsense. She won't waste her time anymore thinking about that man. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake." "Who are you? Have we met before?" She laughed. "If this is your way of asking for my name, I am sorry. I do not talk to strangers." But you’re talking to a man, a complete stranger in your dream? Beside you is a vampire who is only one minute away from jumping at the man. What’s the difference, Terah?

At a time like this, she’s probably doing homework. I pet Jelly and he wags his tail while playfully barking. I then walk to door and try to open it. It doesn’t budge. When I’m coming over, they always leave the door open so I can walk right in. But it’s locked so I’m confused a bit. I decide to knock. I knock a few more times and the door opens. What or rather who I see on the other side of door is enough to give me a heart attack. It’s not Wesley or any of his family. It's not even the Easter Bunny! It’s Sterling. It’s my stalker in the flesh.