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Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to. His sweat and blood had dried, sealing his eyelids shut. Too weak to stand, he groped blindly toward the familiar staircase, crawling forward with great effort. "Mommy… I want to go back to Mommy…" Doctors and nurses passing by whispered among themselves—some in pity, others in ridicule. I followed behind Aster, my soul pierced by a thousand needles. Step by step, each feeling like a lifetime. By the time he finally made it back to me, my blood had long since frozen in the cold night air, but Aster didn't understand. He smiled brightly. "Mommy's not bleeding anymore!"

I didn't want too much contact with them and had James take me back. "Are you sure you want to stay here?" James frowned. I turned to look at the house behind me. It had been uninhabited for three years, overgrown with weeds. I nodded at James. I had nowhere else to go, no money, and the clothes I was wearing were from three years ago. The rehab center had uniform clothing, so this outfit was all that remained. I bent down to pull up the weeds, disturbing the creatures hiding inside, which scurried out—cockroaches, mice, and a lazy snake lounging in the corner.

The "Hard Reset" was a wall of white light that moved with the speed of an editor’s eraser. In the Author’s Study, the infinite bookshelves began to "Bleach," the titles of a thousand "Norths" vanishing into the grey static. The Author himself was unravelling, his "Ink Black" eyes turning into two hollow voids of "Cancelled Narrative."

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And nothing will ever change that. END OF BOOK TWO: DON'T LEAVE

Draynon nodded and opened the book. He leafed through the book until he found the chapter that he was looking for. “Here we go. Now this was roughly 120 years ago, or four generations. It’s not so much a history book, but written similar to a novel to make the facts easier for the reader to remember, rather than just bombarding them with endless seeming names and numbers.” He coughed once to clear his throat and began reading from the book.

The haze of anger clouding her mind finally started to lift. Isla stared at her calm reflection. She then started ripping apart the entire stack of love letters. Then, she started burning them. Finally, she flushed them down the drain. … The club, which had been dormant for some time, suddenly announced a meetup over the weekend. Isla decided to attend as she needed to submit her club withdrawal application. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Emmett, who never attended such activities, unexpectedly there. She pretended not to notice him and kept her gaze straight. She sat in a corner alone.

I had planned on kicking off a fresh start in Cascade City, but being the new kid on the block, I figured a little fun would not hurt. For five long years, I had played it safe for Yvan's sake, scared to let loose and mess things up for him. However, I was free to live it up. … Taking the B&B owner's advice, I found myself at a chill bar that was super quiet at night. They had some basic eats, too. I grabbed some quick bites and a barely-there alcoholic drink and settled at the bar, soaking in the vibes as a girl sang "Yesterday." The bartender, polishing glasses, handed me a drink that was practically alcohol-free, pausing for a second. "It's not the best idea for a girl to drink alone, you

She slashed at his head with savage precision, each strike lethal. Blood poured in torrents. The live stream was abruptly terminated. On a night filled with the warmth of family reunions and hopes for a brighter future, Nathan died, killed by the woman he had cherished above all in his past life. Perhaps, in his final moments, he felt the weight of regret. But it no longer mattered to me. I chose not to reveal that I was Spring, understanding that life's true value lay in contentment, not in the fleeting allure of fame or power.

It is hard to stay positive when over ten-thousand words are erased in one file. I hope you are patient with me and keep this book in your library, as I promise to return soon with more episodes. Please, don't forget about me or Fated to the Queen. Until then, if you are still interested in supporting me as an author, try my other GoodNovel. It's a dark romance that turns sweet, with the female lead experiencing character growth and sexual discovery. I Promise Queen Kimarhi and her fated will return, and when that happens, you will get to meet Imagyn.