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Rewarding him for his loyalty and purity that all along HE is reading straight from Clayden’s mind and heart. “Of course, everything that you will say, Supreme God.” Now having the strength to answer and casually do so. HE even applauded the fact that Arthur choose the perfect knight for the role that HE wanted. “Your loyalty, your faithfulness, and your trust are your strength and my reward. The Prince did choose the perfect candidate that I couldn’t even protest about. You did your job perfectly well for this time, Clayden.” “I am not worthy of such words from you Supreme God, but I appreciate it.”

“Acupuncture? I’ve done it with a miracle doctor, but it was futile.” “My acupuncture is different from the others.” “How different? Isn’t it old wine in a new bottle? Stabbing the acupoints, right?” “You’re wrong then. Mine is called the Thirteen Acupunctures of Hell. It belongs to the Ultimate Book of Medicine. It can cure normal people as well as cultivators.” “The Ultimate Book of Medicine?” Maximilia’s eyes widened abruptly as she stared at Alex without blinking.

“Charming, capable, and undeniably perfect—qualities that drew people to you like moths to a flame.” He glanced down at the syringe, tapping it lightly to remove any air bubbles, and then back at Maximilian. His expression hardened, his words cutting like a blade. “But do you know something, Master Maximilian? Loyalty cannot be bought—not with wealth, not with promises, and certainly not with the affections of someone as perfect as you. If loyalty can be purchased, then it’s not loyalty at all.”

The old texts called it the Binding Flame—a ritual older than the Vale itself. A last resort, meant to shackle what could not be tamed. Maxim had read the words by moonlight, the edges of the parchment scorched as if fire itself had tried to erase the warning. Only the soul willing to burn can command the blaze.

His voice, a symphony of determination, resonated through the stillness of the night. "We stand on the cusp of freedom," Maximus proclaimed, his eyes ablaze with a fervor that transcended the physical toll on his body. "This forest shields us, and each trap we've laid is a testament to our resilience. We cannot falter now; our destiny is intertwined with the heartbeat of this land."

I said, contemplating his wrinkled brows from worry scrunch with confusion. “What spell?” “The most powerful spell in this complete universe — I love you,” I said. Amor smiled with his deep seductive chuckle, “for a moment I thought I was someone special too.” I swam to him, no gap between our bare bodies, “you are. For me, you are the most special person in this world. No one compares to you. No one in this world stands anywhere near your aura. It is blazing like the sun. Trust me, Amor. You are someone really very special.”

Blake never would have thought that a practitioner who was obviously inferior to him could possess such a spiritual treasure. Only royal paragons would be able to wield an elite-quality spiritual treasure. Even though he was the Menzies' scion, he had yet to acquire an elite-quality spiritual treasure and was still relying on superior-quality ones. Blake's astonishment was beyond words—his eyes widened, and shock was etched across his face.

To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

Federico hauled Christian down off his shoulders and onto his hip instead. “Of course, Mummy can help me tuck you in,” he replied. “Now, little one, what story do you want me to read to you tonight?” The little boy looked up at him with big brown eyes. “Mummy told me once a story about a prince who found a shoe after a party and he searched to find the beautiful girl who had lost it. Do you know that story, Daddy?” His Serene Highness felt his chest tighten. “Yes, I know that one. It’s called Cinderella.”