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Everything in this book is a work of fiction. Therefore, names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are use fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental. © A.G_2018 **** Prologue I did a double take. I have to make sure. I do not want to make assumptions. I don’t want my heart to be broken again. I stared at him, alive and well and handsome, as always.

he asked, brow raised, eyes gleaming with suspicion. “Huh? It’s just… this place Iskareth Hollow. The book says it’s home to dark witches and banished packs. Sounds like a terrifying place,” I lied, my voice trembling at the edges. “See?” I opened the book and turned it towards him, masking my nerves. I knew he couldn’t read the ancient script inked into the pages. “I’m sure I’m stronger than any of them,” he said with a slow, knowing smirk. Of course you are, I thought bitterly. You’re a demon, after all.

I had no idea but all I know is that she would have wanted to find out the truth no matter what it was. __ "Trust No one." Sometimes stories, sentences do more than just passing the time. They stick with you, toiling with your mind and fucking up your thinking faculty. "Trust no one!" It seemed like that sentence is being repeated consecutively in my head as I prepare something to eat in Carla's kitchen. I do not know why I am believing a random book that might not mean anything but still it could also mean the whole world and I do not want to be nonchalant about that.

“Was that worth ten thousand dollars?” His gaze sharpened. “You’re cautious now. You weren’t on stage.” “I was performing on stage.” “Are you not performing now?” She paused. “Not for you.” That made him smirk—genuine and amused. “Good. I don’t like lies dressed in lipstick. I like truth… even when it cuts.” She remained by the door, not crossing the threshold of intimacy his words invited. “Then what truth are you buying tonight?” she asked. He set down his glass. “That you’re not just beautiful. You’re something rare. Most girls are firecrackers—loud, quick, forgettable. But you, Aurora… you burn slow. And men remember slow burns.”

Thе day has соmе whеn I don’t knоw іf my ѕсrеаmѕ аrе rеаl or juѕt in mу hеаd. Tо thе реrѕоn whо fіndѕ thіѕ book: I аm ѕоrrу. I am сеrtаіn thіѕ іѕ mу lаѕt entry. Thеrе is nоthіng mоrе tо ѕау.

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"It was only a demonstration of what's about to come." *** This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, incidents and locations are products of the author's imagination. They don't have any affects in real life. Any resemblance to any living and dead or any events is totally coincidental.

It's a story just for your enjoyment and nothing else. This story and plot are solely of the author's imagination. Nothing is real. If Any incident or people from this story have any similarity to the real-life people, characters, or incidents, then it is only a coincidence and nothing more. This book is a pure form of imagination. It's not real, any of it is not real. ©All rights reserved 2022

He calmed himself down and again looked at the book 'This can only mean one thing, this book is fake. No one will ever believe this as true. It depicts confusion on readers between the reality and not knowing that the book exemplifies magic with the word witch. Then it was only meant to be a story to read. Nothing more nothing less'