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Vance and the kind of silence that has actual weight to it. I walked up slowly and stopped in front of his desk. Kept my face completely neutral like a person who had absolutely nothing to feel guilty about. "What's your name?" he asked. "Nova," I said. "Nova Ellis… you said my surname earlier, and I'm curious how you knew that." He looked at me for a second. Then that small smile came onto his face. Not mean. Just… knowing, like he found something quietly funny that he wasn't going to share.

“But if I am, she’s the one I’m cursed with.” The city outside was swallowed by night, its skyline lit in faint silver by a high, watchful moon. Inside the Alpha King’s residence, the air was still, save for the distant clatter of dishes and the soft hum of Victoria’s voice drifting from the kitchen. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread hung faintly in the air.

116 RYAN'S POV I walked the empty streets for what felt like hours, my hands shoved deep in my jacket pockets, my mind racing in circles like a caged animal. The city felt different at night—darker, more dangerous, full of possibilities that didn't exist during the day. Every few blocks, I'd pass a newsstand or see a TV through a shop window, and that same goddamn headline would flash across my vision: "Billionaire Stanley Richardson Announces Engagement to Alora Ken, Daughter of Business Tycoon."

I never wanted to stay in the heart of the city. When my legs moved on autopilot to the entrance, I took in the landscape and the decorations. It made me realize how much had changed over the months. Alana never consulted me when she purchased this home or when she chose the interiors. It was all her choice. Instead of going to the bedroom, I walked to the bar, pouring myself a generous glass of whiskey. I needed it now more than ever. My nerves were a wreck. When the amber liquid touched my lips, I welcomed the familiar burn. I could feel the drink traveling past my sternum as it filled my mouth with a bitter taste.

Note:- will be useful for isolation, if as she thinks, she could create a sub-realm or override an existing sub-realm. 4. Using large amounts of aer can cause exhaustion and pain. Her hand shook as she wrote the last line, her chest was burning but she was fighting against the pain to stay conscious. The sketchbook fell out of her hands after the last line and she dragged her aching body to the edge of the bed, trying to reach the drawer with the crystal flowers, she manage to open the drawer and grab the jar but she fainted immediately after. The jar fell out of hands and floated up into the air, the top popping open and one and a half petals floated out and landed on the back of her neck b

Daelan The broken glass still glittered across the café floor, while frightened customers continued staring at me as though I had suddenly grown horns, yet I barely noticed any of them because my mind had already begun connecting the pieces together. This bullshit all happened after Callista entered Luca Moretti's life. My fingers curled around the edge of the table, while a slow realization settled inside my chest, because perhaps this entire thing was Luca's doing and perhaps the bastard was simply trying to impress Callista by destroying me piece by piece.

Hot cum filled her ass. Overflowed. Dripped out around his cock. Mike followed. In her pussy. "Take it..." Slammed hard. Cum spurted. Thick loads. Coated her walls. Double creampie. Pussy and ass leaking white. Nina came again. From the fullness. The heat. Body convulsed. Moans peaked. "Yes... fill me..." Holes clenched. Milked them dry. They pulled out slow. Cum gushed from her. Pussy lips red and swollen. Asshole winked.

I come right out not too long after and slip on the nightdress I had earlier pulled out. My eyes catch the my bag in the corner and a thought creeps into my mind. I quickly move to the door, quickly locking it. I'd really hate to be caught right now. I take up the bag and empty its contents on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I recognize it. The Novel. The one I had wished to be sent to. How did it get here? I have to hide it. I don't even know why, but I get a very strong gut feeling to do so.

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