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I thought to myself. She couldn't be so good at hiding things. Actually, Leah was very good at hiding things and keeping secrets but I already knew her too well. And I knew when she could get sloppy. I’d put a lot of pressure on her lately so she would get sloppy. I looked under her clothes closet and saw something like a kind of box fixed into the floor of the closet directly under her clothes. A smile crept up my face when I realized what treasure lay there. I slowly pulled open the lid of the box and I found it. Leah’s spell book. Exactly what I needed.

A small part of me held out hope that maybe Lilith had cast a spell, forcing Hilda and Soren together. Even if she had, he obviously doesn’t regret what happened. I know where he hid the book containing the spells and rituals Lilith’s coven performed. Heading straight to the alcove, I pull the ancient grimoire from the hollowed-out tree. It hums in my hands, calling to the magic I’ve just discovered within myself. Maelor is the only one I can think of to go to for help. Magic is wild and unpredictable and I can’t leave mine unchecked.

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

The kind that could ruin dynasties. One of those secrets was in a ledger hidden beneath his study floorboards. A list of rare bloodlines, transactions, shipments, and executions masked as “purchases.” The Vael name appeared more than once. Killian had slipped into the estate through the garden, magic shrouding him in deep shadow. Averre was at his desk when Killian emerged from the dark. The noble’s reaction had been almost comical — eyes wide, mouth open, hand darting for the silver pistol beside his papers. Killian’s magic was faster, snaking out to coil around Averre’s arm and crush the bone before the man could lift it.

She could feel the pull of the shadows, subtle but deliberate, and the familiar weight of Damon’s presence behind her, silent, protective, yet taut with tension, as though he too felt the danger creeping closer with every heartbeat. Ahead, the library beckoned, a sanctuary of knowledge and secrets, and perhaps, a mirror of the dangers that awaited her. The air grew thick as she entered, the scent of old leather and scorched paper wrapping around her, almost intoxicating in its familiarity. Her fingers brushed along the spines of the tomes, each one humming faintly, a resonance she could feel deep within her bones. And then, at the far end, a book with a blackened leather cover, etched with s

“I’d be doing a terrible job if I let everyone’s grubby fingers all over it. The magiks around it preserve the book but still allow it to be read.” “Amazing,” I said as she gently floated the book towards me. I lifted my hand as if to pull back the cover and the hazy purple shadows did it for me. I blinked in response. Magiks were still so new to me. The librarian clearly noticed. “Your family doesn’t use much high magiks, do they?” I shook my head. “Not while I was around, at least.” The librarian hummed. Then, she swiped her hand over the book. Instantly, all of the strange symbols and letters on the first page shifted and became plain English. I looked up at her and she smiled.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

I blinked my eyes severally before saying "What are you insinuating?" "Elsa. This book was produced 400years ago by us for parents. And only the holy family (king and Queen) can open it. So, there's no way. I can open it. But the question is. what would your mom or my dad be doing with this? For years now. This book has not been open by anyone. Not even Arians mom. Except a sealed human with the holy blood or a demigod with extraordinary powers. And I don't think any exist. So, right now this book is useless." he said and I was speechless again. After which I said

I turn down a dream research program at Hefford University just so I can stay and help my debt-ridden boyfriend run a burger stand. This time, he says he's serious. I give him all the money I've saved up over the years, hoping we can build a better future together. A few hours later, I discover he's forgotten two hundred dollars in the drawer. I grab the money and run out, hoping to catch him. What I catch is a scene straight out of a corny movie. The loan sharks who used to beat and threaten him are now bowing and nodding deferentially.

"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"