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my mother whispered. “Yes, Mom.” The red light swirled around her in violent, glowing circles before intensifying into a blinding flash. We shielded our eyes, and when the light died down, the necklace was gone. Only a faint residue of red mist remained, sinking into her skin before vanishing completely. Novel’s eyes flew open. She let out a sharp, desperate gasp for air, her chest heaving, but the effort was too much. She slumped back against the pillows, fainting again, but this time, her breathing was steady.

Before my demise, I had been telling Randy that I would sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy! I never expected to end up in this novel. What was this? Was I here to sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy? I felt like crying. I had just been venting! If I genuinely sued someone for bigamy, I didn't know if divine retribution awaited me. After all, according to the plot, the male lead have an extraordinary background. According to the novel, "Zephyrine Everlynn's" parents died in a laboratory explosion. Later, she was taken in by Quentin Bennett's parents, becoming the first person to cohabit with Quentin Bennett...

It could likely nourish living creatures, even mutate them, like the tiger he had encountered under Pax Jaric's home. As Frank flung the centipede on the ground and crushed it under his foot, he and Sylvie heard a strange, repetitive crack. Then, as Sylvie gaped, the corpse suddenly stood up. Its flesh was peeling off—a sight that was more disgusting than frightening. Sylvie was used to seeing corpses, but this was still a first. In fact, she would have turned and vomited if she was not a professional. That was when Frank put his hand gently on the corpse's brow. "Be good now. Stay dead."

Instead, she found herself constrained and imprisoned in a dark, unfamiliar room, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled against her bonds. She was one a chair, her hands bound by a properly tied rope behind her and so was her legs. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the sight of the room, trying to look for other captives who were chained and restrained like her but to no avail, all she saw was a bunch of captors. They were human-looking, but there was something off about them, something less than human that sent a shiver down her spine. And then it hit her—they were vampires, just like Scott and his friends, but there was a darkness in their eyes that set them apart from

“I have never known Nikjin to fight fair, so I expected this would eventually happen.” “How is this even possible?” Asked Zanisck. “The dead beasts are coming back to life? How?” “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” shouted Edvana who was now only a few feet away from them. “Go for their heads. Cut off their heads!” There was no time to argue or deliberate on whether to trust Edvana’s recommendation or not, the werewolves simply went for the beasts’ necks and severed their heads off. It was a grotesque activity, but it kept them alive… for now.

Something wasn't right, and I would be glad if someone could give me a lead. After she conveyed her message, she left, and then I tried to concentrate on the work on my desk. I had a lot to review, ranging from novels to articles, and documentaries. I worked fucking hard to be ridiculed. I picked up the first novel manuscript from the cart full of papers then I opened the first chapter. It was a werewolf contemporary novel, and it got me drowned for a while until Mr. Bernard barged in with a pile of files. I raised my head to see him, shutting the door with his feet.

Every moment in time can bring about a bit of change, it could be subtle or it could be drastic. Each night brings about a new dawn, and the world is renewed. Tonight marks a historical change in the Vampiric world, here tonight in this grand manor which is isolated in the upper state new york countryside. I Hunter Eldridge have brought about a reckoning, all of these council members who sat in their lofty thrones, and held themselves as gods above everyone else, learned how it would feel to meet their creators in death.

It was a cruel way to do things and often times painful. Nevi explained that, when a vampire was created in this manner, all sparks of humanity were removed. It was probably a result of the length of time the body lay dead; which in Frank’s case was well over twenty-four hours. The longer the body lay dormant, the less of its humanity it retained. He seriously doubted that I would be safe if I ran into Frank.

The first enemies, when they come in contact with it are immediately disintegrated. “EXPLOSION!” My body does not exist anymore, it is just dark matter. All the werewolves and vampires are eliminated one by one, but in the distance, I see Frank trying to escape. “Frank! You can’t escape from me!” I take to the sky and start chasing him, the time of his death has come. I envelop Frank, completely, until my eyes lock into his. “You don’t know what you will have to perish...your body will be broken down little by little and your skin eaten by darkness, finally I will be personally who will rip your heart out!”

It was better I start over again as a new being and at a new place. It deserves to be the beginning of newer, better, and greater things. ….....The END……. CATCH MORE OF BELLA AND ADONIS IN THE VAMPIRE'S WALLFLOWER (BOOK 2). Book 2 will soon be uploaded as the next chapters to come. Kindly hold on for two to three days because it is undergoing editing. Author”s email contact: Musaanastasia5@g***l.com I*******m Page: M.asya97 If you want the paperback version of this book, kindly contact me.