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He was good, like really good. As I turned the next page, I found not the eyes of a wolf but the eyes of Katarina staring back at me, her beautiful hair cascading over one side of her shoulder and a beautiful smile lighting up the curves of her lips. Damn, he got every single detail of Katarina perfect, right down to the tiny scar she had on the corner of her eyebrow. Honestly in real life its near invisible to the eye, the only telltale that it was even there was the slight lack of hair where her eyebrow should be but nowhere near noticeable unless she told you the story of how she had acquired it. I turned another page yet again finding another portrait of Katarina only this time she was a

she acknowledged. I sheepishly brushed my hair back from my face and nodded. “Yeah, there’s something that I’m trying to find in here—well, something I’m hoping I can find in here.” “What is it? Maybe I can help,” she offered. I bit the inside of my cheek. “I’m looking for a book on dark creatures.” Based on Nora’s expression, that was likely the last thing she would have thought for me to be searching for. However, a moment went by before she narrowed her eyes in thought.

I decided to get started on a new book, so I browsed the sections, letting my finger trail through the spine of the books. There were so many conflicting thoughts warring in my head, and the only way to silence them, and shove Ryker and his bipolar self to the far corner of my mind was by plunging myself into a romance novel. I hoped. My fingers skimmed through the books in one section, and I paused when I saw a familiar name. Nora Roberts. I used to pride myself for having read all of her books, but I guess that was a bluff because as I stared at the old book on the shelf, the name didn’t ring a bell.

Janice trailed off. “How's the interview process going? I heard you had some hot-shot writer asking you all sorts of questions,” Norma paused, looking hesitant for a second, “That is if I'm allowed to ask and you want to talk about it?” “It's going pretty good. It just brought some dreadful memories, and I need some zoom and pew pew to distract myself.” Norma laughed, “Well, I got you some Philip Francis Nowlan and a couple of books by E.E. Smith, I hope that helps.” Norma pulled the books from the rickety shelf behind her and placed them on the desk.

Far from the palace, beyond the lush forests and guarded borders of the kingdom, nestled in the jagged cliffs where the sun barely touched the land, lived a woman cloaked in shadows. Nora. Her beauty mirrored Aurora’s—identical in every way down to the celestial blue of her eyes and the cascade of dark hair. But where Aurora’s presence brought warmth and light, Nora radiated cold ambition and eerie stillness. Raised in the hidden covens of the dark witches, she had never known love or mercy. Her life had been shaped by rituals, curses, and the hunger for power. The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise.

Think again. I hadn’t even enchanted the last rune mark, sealing everything shut, before I felt someone else’s magic rolling into the room. Calm. Alert. Not aggressive, but not welcome either. Didn’t take me lifting a finger to see who it was today. She didn’t ooze around corners like Batista or stab like Maelin. Nora’s magic strutted through the room, confident and bright, and couldn’t care less if I liked it. Nora Carver was looking for me.

Their surroundings were not only beautiful but very romantic, different love birds could be seen hanging around every corner of the hotel, some making out, some chatting while some were busy taking pictures. Nora's personality was different from Clara , she did everything Clara wouldn't dare to do, she turned the weak Clara into a classic woman who was strong-minded and afraid of anything. She is a playful and socializing person. Being with her was fun. He thanked God that her mind was normal, there was no violent side to her, she was only a carefree person and a shopping addict. He needs to meet Clara, but that's easier said than done.

I did not want to wake up again. Jaime’s cries faded into the distance. She said she wanted to meet me again in the next life. I never wanted to see her again.

Her best friend was literally gawking at her. I can explain. Meet me at the cafeteria please. She mouthed with pleading eyes. Zoey shook her head and looked away, just when Norbert draped his arm over her shoulder possessively, leading them out. "Babe, let's go." It was only when they almost walked out of the cafeteria that Rachel remembered the three girls. They were sitting on a straight line, but still staring shocked at both of them. As they passed, the blonde bitch whispered to her friends. "Am I going blind? What the hell is Norbert doing with his number one STALKER?"

Emilia The moment I turned to face the gossipers, my gaze locked onto one of the women in particular. Nora. Recognition hit me instantly. It wasn’t just the name—it was the way she carried herself, the sharp cheekbones, the haughty expression, the carefully styled hair that looked like it took an hour to perfect. She looked like her. Katherine. My lips curled slightly. Of course. Wasn’t it always the case? People like Katherine surrounded themselves with others who mirrored their own worst traits. If Katherine was an entitled, manipulative snake, then Nora was her eager apprentice. They are cousins