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Freya After surviving the cruelest truth,I was ready to leave everything behind. "I'm resigning." The words left my mouth before I could think twice. I sat by the window of my penthouse,watching the city lights blur into the night. For three years,this place had been called home,but right now it felt like a stranger's cage.

com/book_info/31000007152/Rom-ntica/Cuando-dejas-tu-corazon-atras "When you leave your heart behind" on english. https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000006237/Romance/When-you-leave-your-heart-behind "I Belong to you forever" on english https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000017494/Werewolf/I-Belong-to-you-forever

I want to thank all you lovely readers that followed this book and even paid coins to make sure you got to the end of Book 1 (which ended with the chapter before this). You all are the best and I couldn't ask for a better site on which to publish my book but GoodNovel. I have decided to continue book 2, though, under this same ‘package’ so that it'll be easier for you, dear reader, to continue with book 2 instead of searching for it. I hope this decision by me makes things easier for you all.

"You are a spirit sword, right? What special abilities and features do you have…?" "…I will…… tell you……. tomorrow………… goodnight…" She slept. "…Goodnight." I softly answered. ........................................... AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear readers, Sorry for taking so long, but the black sword arc finally comes to an end! I thank you for your patience. Oh, right. For the next arc... a new character will be introduced. And she is... Lefiya Rios Challia! Though I will be introducing her... but unfortunately, she's not the main cast for the next arc. Here's a tip: Refer to 'Chapter 1.9, Principal's email' for a guess.

I call back to her as I walk out the door. As the door clicks shut I hear a muffled “Love you too, Bish!” and I chuckle to myself shaking my head. With the knowledge and certainty that I always have my best friend in my corner, I head to work with the hope that I can focus on what I need to do there.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

"It would take me too long to go through it. For now, just be aware that Am-Heh doesn't want the relics in Babi's hands...or paws." "Paws would be apt. I will rely this to Atum. You have given me much information that has solved a puzzle, at least in my own mind. Be wary, and may the blessings of Isis be with you." The words became less clear and Isaac knew the God had really departed. His eyes turned to the austere landscape and the heaps of metal that were supposed to have been places of work when the iron and factory industry had been booming. It was no longer the copper scent of metal that greeted his approach, instead the copper scent of blood, finely blended with the preternatural smel

It was the ploy he decided to ride on, he needed to surrender and assure the two strangers of their continued mutual benefits. Bradford was prepared to die for what he believed in especially for what he invested in Zambia. No wonder Christians say where your treasure is it’s where your heart is. The heart being the force behind anyone’s life, it’s just common sense that whoever touched it touched your life. China was actually touching the English Capitalists’ treasures and ultimately tempered with their lives.

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.

I almost relax. Almost. Then I reach a page marked with a thin black ribbon. My stomach tightens. The writing here is darker. Heavier. The letters press into the page like they’re carved instead of written. “The Lyovles are not born. They awaken.” My breath catches. I keep reading. Each word lands like a stone in my chest. “Their blood binds and breaks. Their presence unravels balance. Through them, the old world ends. Only to be saved, when their life is gone.”