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I knew that if we didn't make it away, we would be in trouble. I heard Liza stumble behind me and I quickly turned around to see her sprawled on the ground. I ran to her side and knelt. I could see the pain in her eyes, but she was determined to get up. She put her hand on my arm and shook her head. "Go, Amy. Don't worry about me. Just keep running," she said. I nodded, knowing that I had to leave her behind. I could see the fear in her eyes, but she was determined to get up. I leaned down and hugged her before standing and turning towards the woods. I knew that if I could make it to the trees, I would be safe.

"Oh yeah?" Lyra walked out of the staff room, her long brown, wavy hair cascading down her back. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with determination and bravery, contrasting with her curvy figure. Despite her gentle curves, she stood tall and strong, ready to face her mean aunt and evil father. Her full lips were pressed into a tight line, showing her resolve to fight for what was hers. With her strong posture and unwavering gaze, it was clear that Lyra was not someone to be underestimated. As she approached her aunt and father, she held her head high, ready to fight for her restaurant and everything she had worked so hard for. Despite her kind heart and gentle demeanor, she was a fierce warrior

Soft. Beautiful. And terrified. 💔 “Run…” 😨 The voice belonged to Lyra. Ilyaan knew it. Deep inside, he knew it. 🌙 Then the voice came again. This time louder. “He’s coming.” ⚡ ⸻ 🌙 Malrik’s Fear For the first time since they had met him… Malrik looked afraid. Truly afraid. 💀 His eyes remained fixed on the floating fragments. “No…” “It can’t be happening already.”

“I know what packs do. Women have told me as I’ve tried to help them give birth. They make you believe the only thing you’re good for is making babies, so you don’t think twice about getting pregnant.” Lyra shakes her head. “You know I don’t believe the only thing I’m good for is making babies,” she says. “I’m good for lots of things. And I know it. I’m a fighter. I’m a powerful Moon Caster. Plus, you guys love me.” She’s right. Still, Milo’s words have shaken me even more. “Remember when we met Milo?” I ask Lyra. “It won’t be like that for me,” she says positively, anticipating what I’m going to say.

Malric squinted at her, “What are you talking about, witch? Lyra and I are divorced. The compensation in our deal has already been paid to her pack.” “And yet, your people still sing her name as the luna.” Marla replied, “I guess she decided to stay behind. Probably, for the love of the people.” She shrugged, feigning ignorance, but I could see through the mask she wore; Marla knew what she was doing. “Lyra doesn’t give two shits about the people,” Malric grunted through clenched teeth. He looked so confused and disturbed at this point, “I’m not here to talk about my pack anyway. Fix Alruin up and we will be on our way.”

He immediately split Lyra's body, the girl seemed to have difficulty breathing, Mizuki forcibly pulled the girl's heart from inside her body cavity, Lyra's intestines were slightly split making the food that had been processed in the intestines slightly scattered and made Mizuki disgusted. While Lyra felt excruciating pain all over her body, she had often dreaded this girl in front of her. But even so, he never missed it. It's only natural when you do it. He did that because he lacked friends, and he wanted many to become his friends. And that's right, Lyra has lots of friends. Everyone who hates Mizuki, becomes Lyra's friend. Because they like Lyra who often bully.

The air in the room shifted, “But I can't remember where I saw those set if eyes” “Yes, that's true. He didn't take any of your eyes” Silver observed. “Riya! Oh yes, I remember. Riya” The spoon Stella was holding dropped into her place with a thundering shattering sound. “I'm sorry” she regained composure but her face lost its colors already “Who's Riya?” Aiden asked, I looked Into the eyes of each one of them. Mom, Silver and Aiden are curious to know who Riya is. Fear and disbelief was over Stella's face while Lucian seems more interested in know more about who I'm talking about

"I am fine, my lovely Glow," she said and smiled. "Who is she?" Yagami asked. "She is a friend of L, she is a mermaid so she is sure to be alive till L resurfaces, lucky her," I said. Everyone was silent in the room for a while then Maltida broke the silence and said, "I was instructed by L to come see you when she goes." I gave Yagami a sign that he can leave us alone.

I stuttered, showing her the paper. “As legit as it comes,” Aunt Molly replied, “The Ryder’s are looking for an Assistant for Justin Star Mckayla, Justin. Frickin. Star,” she spelled out, “you can get this job. You know Chris Ryder courtesy of Britney, just talk to him and the job is yours. Spend a few weeks with them, write a bomb ass story like you usually do and Bam!” she clapped, “just like that, you win.” I looked down at the sheet, my hand shaking slightly before looking back up at her, “a day in the life of the Ryder’s?” I asked, unsure of my own words.

His eyes widened, disbelief vividly etched on his handsome features. "Indeed, Arthur," she confirmed, her voice cold and resolute. "I am Lyra Elendyl, daughter of the High Fae Lord, and I know your secrets." A murmur rippled through the crowd, like a breeze rustling through a field of tall grass. Guests whispered among themselves, their faces a mixture of shock and fascination. Some regarded Lyra with newfound respect, while others seemed to shrink away from her, as though fearing retribution for their unwitting association with Arthur.