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I asked casually. Ryan tilted his body to face me. “Is there anything you want to know?” “Anything?” He nodded. My brow quirked. I could think of a few things but I also did not want to pry or worse, ask him anything that would make him run away.. “Let’s take a rain check on that. I will save my question for something more important. As for the mines…” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “They have magic ore. All the different kinds all the way up to platinum.”

Surely if my breathing were so loud, a creature the size of a dragon would take great big sighs of air that could easily be heard from where I stood. I edged into the tunnel cautiously as the darkness deepened. My boot slipped again, and I looked down expecting to see armour, but instead saw gold coins gleaming in the moonlight. Scattered, perhaps, when the dragon came and went. A mine, I thought, from the tool marks in the walls, though I had never been in a mine before. The marks could equally be dragon claws, I amended. But the village below was a mining village, and it made sense that this would be an abandoned mine.

Their voices sync with the pulse of Kieran's shining scars. And a memory slams into my senses; I remember what happened in the past. In A FlashBack— My mom dressed me up, her work gloves rough against my cheek. "The mines aren't just for moonstones. They're cages for the children who hear the rocks sing. You’d meet them in the future.” She said, rubbing my hair with her hands. I was just nine years Old. In The Present Moment— The memory disappears, and my senses return to the present.

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Finally, I feel him take a deep breath. "You are so damn perfect," He says before I feel his hands slide my legs further apart. He takes another deep breath. "And All Mine." As soon as the words leave his mouth, his tongue is on me, and my back arches off the bed. He places his forearm over my stomach, pushing me back to the bed. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I almost come undone. His hand moves up me until he reaches my breast underneath the shirt I am wearing. I lean up and slide the shirt off, tossing it to the floor. I don't know where the bravery came from, but I want all of him. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. He must have liked it because a growl escaped his

With him occupied, I pulled out the book I had managed to slip away from the library. The title ‘MINE’ was embossed in gold, though the letters were slightly worn as if they had been traced a thousand times. I opened the first page, expecting a ledger or a cold list of assets. Instead, I found a confession. The handwriting was sharp, elegant, and heavy with intent, like a chronicle of an obsession. Page after page, the author described a woman with a poetic, almost frightening reverence. He wrote about the way her hair caught the morning light, the specific, melodic pitch of her laugh, and the way she tasted like summer rain and secrets.

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The mines had dug deep into the mountain in every direction, sapping every available ruby until there were none left. But the tycoon hadn’t given up. He’d insisted that there were still rubies deep within the mountain, and he just needed to dig further down to find them. Of course, as all such stories go, the tycoon dug far too deep and far too greedily. The mines eventually collapsed in a colossal catastrophe, killing dozens of poor miners. The book claimed that their bodies were still buried within those old mineshafts, never to be found or given a proper burial. The whole thing made me shiver.

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Lunch was sent an hour ago but i refused to eat. 8 and half hour... I have counted all the lights in the room. The A.C. outlets as it was centralised system. The number of books in the room. And now I was counting the number of marble stones on the floor. "28 pieces" I whispered to myself. "No, 36" said becky still smiling. "Stop smiling" I shout. She stopped smiling. "Can you call jack at least?" I asked. "For the 50th time, I am not allowed to do that madam" she replied with a smile.