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Countess Matilda, who owned the Dry Moor, and the young Nirvana, who owned a spellbook shop. It was not long before clerks in their slab academies started up whirling their ropes to suit their motives. It was asserted that countess Matilda, the leader of the elers, was angry at the outcry of villagers, especially those who hunt her kind, and so she formulated a plan to send a beast of terror and some feral werewolves to scour them all out, but the elder Nirvana, the powerful and the descendants of the ancient, warned the villagers and their leaders; she told them to build a group of villager hunters and knights to escape and avoid the ire of the countess, but the villagers sabotaged Nirvana'

Nathan's PoV Monday 7th January 2019 ********************************** This morning was eventful, to say the least. I started my new job as an English teacher at the local school after I got tired of my old job teaching English to delinquents at a school for bad kids. I was expecting an easy day but during the first lesson, Cole McCall walked in.

It was an opportunity to create the world she have ever wanted with the kind of people she always wished for. She looked at Mercury and her lips curved into a smile. In her novel, Mercury is one of the strongest people, almost impossible to fight cause he sold his soul in exchange for power. She made him powerful that it would be impossible to bring him down. She did it cause she had a plan to power up the male lead. If she could get Mercury on her side, she would be invincible. Rielle was surprised at herself. She should be worried and bothered about being in a different world but here she is, happy about everything. Happy that she was in a world she created and can control at her own will.

Hashmuk whisphered against his ears, licking his earlobes. "Hashmuk, I have something to do." He tried to wriggle himself free from his grip when he recalled that him and his friends had agreed to meet at the palace’s library to dig deeper into the magic books they had carried along with them. "What do you want to do? Can’t it wait?" He asked, trailing kisses down his body. He wasn’t given time to respond because the next minute Hashmuk captured his lips for an itense deep kiss. Kelvin smiled through the kiss, closed his eyes and gripped Hashmuk’s hair. With one swap, he turned him so that he would be on top and captured his lips, pulled him against him for another heated kiss.

Cars streamed past outside the window when a breaking entertainment headline suddenly flashed across the city's largest billboard. At the same time, taxis all over the city began broadcasting the news. "Prominent corporate president Lucius exposed for cheating on his wife with one hundred mistresses—impregnating even his wife's sister…" Before the report could finish, my phone began vibrating nonstop inside my bag. I let out a long breath. Then I tossed the phone straight into the river.

*Yo guys! Congratulations if you've made it this far!🥳🎉 I apologize for mass publishing the final parts of the book, but I have exams coming up, and err...I needed to get it off my chest ASAP. Anyway, this part is technically like a trailer for the book II, so it's not going to be singular. It'll be random. So, stay hyped! ********* When I was ten, I drowned in the pool up in my parents penthouse. I was their only child and their heir, so they couldn't leave me for dead. When they performed the ritual that brought me back to life, they suddenly didn't want me alive either.

Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad after all. Shaking off my thoughts, I climbed onto the bed and grabbed my phone. I still had a chapter to finish for my new book. Opening my notes app, I started typing, letting my mind slip into the fictional world I was creating. *********** A sharp knock at Stanley’s door echoed through the quiet hallway. I wasn’t there to witness it, but I could imagine what was happening. Candy, desperate and panicked, standing outside his room, probably shaking. Inside, Stanley barely glanced up from whatever he was doing. “Come in,” he ordered.

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

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