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Keyword, tried. By late afternoon, I was back in the garage, buried under the familiar comfort of grease and stubborn bolts. If I focused hard enough on the engine in front of me, I didn’t have to think about silver fire, ancient symbols, or the fact that my life had officially turned into a council-approved disaster. “Careful,” Nina said from behind me, lounging like she owned the place. “You’re tightening that like it personally offended you.” “It did,” I muttered. “It exists.”

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"You are better than this. You've got the talent." "I don't think so. Did Nina put you to this?" "She only told me you want to quit. Is it because of the rejection?" He peered at me with a frown. "No, that's not it." "I think that is it. Don't lie to me. Did Nina ever tell you about the several rejections she faced too? Despite being pregnant?" I never knew Nina was once faced with rejection too. "No, she didn't", I shook my head. He sighed. "Nina's book got rejected 9 good times and here she is now, the best selling author in America. Her first book got rejected by two different companies here in America. Success and failure are brothers and they work together."

I also noticed how the books were in four stacks and columns. Everything in the room was pristine without a speck of dust or even a misplaced item. It was almost too perfect, too cold and I found myself wondering again- what drove Nicholas to such extreme order and precision? Is this mere perfect or is this obsession? A particular book on the top shelf caught my eye and I moved toward it, standing on tiptoes to reach it but my fingers barely graded the shelf. I frowned and tried again, stretching higher and when I still couldn't reach it, I let out a huff. I'm not event that short.

I try to remember exactly where Nate slid the pin in when he tried to unlocked it last time. I push the rod in. My heart pounding harder. Then… click. I look down. The light on the cuff is off. I did it. A jolt of hope surges through me. But before I can take another breath, the bookshelf at the far end of the room groans and shifts open. Shit. I yank my sweats down over my ankle. Nicolas. “I see you’ve been busy,” he says, stepping in like the devil walking through the gates of hell.

Brandon’s POV “This is amazing,” Natalie whispered, her voice echoing just a little bit in the empty space. We wandered slowly between the aisles, our footsteps muted by the thick carpet as our fingers brushed along the spines of books. Natalie leaned in close to read titles, whispering observations as if the space itself demanded reverence. “Who names a book The Economic Implications of Seventeenth-Century Brickmaking?” she murmured. I snorted quietly. “Someone very committed to a niche audience.”

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

Nail sat up, hearing Sherry's needy moans. I desperately grasped the sheets on the bed and pulled them loose as Sherry continued to lick along my clit. I glanced up and saw Nail moved over and kiss sherry. He stood and mover behind sherry holding his stiff cock in his hand, admiring the two beautiful women exploring each other. Sherry was bent over and Nail slipped his cock into her sweltering fire. I looked up and Sherry's salivating mouth fell open and she smiled devilishly with passion filling her eyes.

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At the Bloodline Rite of the Nightborn, Count Louis Ashford knelt on one knee and asked the Council of Elders to approve our eternal blood pact. In my last life, I was so overwhelmed that I slit my wrist, ready to seal the pact, when Louis's attendant, Owen Mercer, suddenly burst in. He accused me of stealing the Sacred Blood Crystal offered to the First Ancestor, of plotting to betray the clan. They found shards of the crystal in my room, along with a forbidden curse hidden inside my amulet that veiled my scent. The whole clan denounced me as a traitor and called for a wooden stake through my heart. At the last moment, Louis risked everything to beg the Council to spare me, then forced me i