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I hated how it made me think of the hotel room, of that night, of the stranger who had burned his way into my memory. “Snap out of it, Cassie,” I muttered. “It was just one reckless night.” Downstairs, the ballroom was already buzzing with laughter and champagne glasses clinking. The stares I drew were sharp, but I ignored them all and slipped out into the garden. The moonlight was greater company than the crowd inside. I stared at the moon. Always there. Always fulfilling its purpose. Unlike me stumbling, failing, suffocating in my own skin. I stayed until footsteps rustled the grass behind me. My mother’s voice cut through the night. “There you are. I want you to meet someone.”

Trisha said, plopping onto the couch, “but at least here you won’t be scared every five minutes.” Nora smiled faintly. “It’s perfect.” “You’re lying.” Trisha raised an eyebrow. “Your lips say perfect, but your eyes say I’m still terrified.” Nora closed her eyes. “Maybe a little terrified.” The first night, Nora slept longer than she had in weeks, though her dreams were restless. Shadows of the accident and her parents hovered faintly, but they didn’t consume her. When she woke, the morning sunlight was soft on her skin, and for the first time in a long time, she felt a tentative sense of peace.

Chapter Eighty Seven – The Night Fear Nora’s POV I was sleeping, or at least I thought I was. The moonlight spilled through the window, silver and soft, and Axel’s steady breathing beside me was the only thing that made me feel safe. I wanted to stay like this forever, just lying here, letting the quiet fill the spaces of my mind. But then, a sound pierced the darkness—a whisper, a thought, a memory. Something hit me like a bolt of lightning. My heart jumped. I bolted upright in bed without thinking.

Mirelle “Oh goodness lord,” My hands trembled as I clutched the summons letter, the black wax seal broken but its weight still crushing me. Nocturne. The name alone sent chills down my spine, a whispered curse in the underbelly of the city where debts were not paid in money but in flesh. I, Mirelle Kane, had borrowed from the wrong people. A desperate loan to save my mother's medical bills, and now the collectors demanded repayment in the most intimate way possible. One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score.

Every step I took made more of his cum leak into my panties and i loved the feeling. As we walked back toward the main camp together, Nick leaned close and whispered in my ear. “This isn’t a one-time thing, Racheal. Every night your cabin is quiet, you’re coming to my tent. Understand?” I smiled, still feeling sore and full of him. “Yes, Instructor,” I whispered back. “I understand perfectly.”

⸻ Every dream needed one. ⸻ Without endings… Nothing had meaning. 💔 ⸻ Yet she couldn’t accept it. ⸻ She loved the dream too much. ⸻ She loved everyone too much. ⸻ She couldn’t let them disappear. ⸻ 🌙 The First Theft The memory shattered. 💥 ⸻ Back in the library… Nyra looked down at the black book. 📖🖤 ⸻ Then finally admitted the truth. ⸻

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

The night was dead of any human activities. Cold to the skin and wicket to the soul. Nora, as per her stepmother's new regulation, strode down to the tap as early as 1 a.m, when both good and evil spirits of the dead roamed. Her mother had always warned her not to lurk around from the late hours of eleven pm, for that was the hours of the spirits; they mingled amongst the living in search of slaves, expectant mothers to birth them once again, wives, husbands and so much more. However, Nora never did believe in those myths even as the little girl she was.

Ryder commanded. After a long gaze, the warrior nodded stiffly. Ryder released him, watching as he vanished into the darkness. Then, with a final glance at the towering packhouse, Ryder disappeared into the early morning dark. ……Inside the Packhouse – Nora’s Struggle….. Nora woke and sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the outside window. She had managed to sleep last night. Several thoughts ran through her head that refused to be silenced. She replayed last night’s events over and over. The way Alex had stared at her, the way his voice had softened just slightly when he ordered her to get back into bed.

Nora’s dreams fractured into scrolling code and blinking red warnings, into doors that would not stay shut. She woke just before dawn with a jolt, heart racing, the phantom hum of servers still in her ears. For a moment she lay still, listening. The apartment was quiet except for the low, hum of the servers. The sun was rising, thin grey light fighting its way through the reinforced glass windows. Nora padded back to the study. Robbin was awake, sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at the monitors. "Nora," Robbin said, her voice a hollowed-out husk. "Look."