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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND GORE (DISMEMBERMENT, FEEDING). As Cruella's bones kept changing positions making her vulnerable, the girls thought of it as an opportunity to run but Maeve saw it as an opportunity to get revenge. She was frightened by Cruella's sudden strength but now that she was going through whatever this is, she wanted to teach her a lesson. “Come on Maeve, let's get out of here.” One of her minions said. It's obvious the girl was fucking scared but Maeve cared less.

Now tell me what do you want] "Just a few skill. 1st Appraisall. 2nd Creation Magic but i can only create non living thing. 3rd Elemental Magic. 4th Auto Dismantle only work when i touch a dead body except human and lastly an Inventory." Hearing the thing i want her eyes bulged up, she was shocked by my choosen skill. She then said. [Those skill.. It can't be counted as cheat you know?[ I think it depend how we use it. So do you approve it" [Ok then, i approve. Sign up] With a smile i then sign the contract. And then there a light engulfing me. [Contract of Reincarnation. By the name of me, Goddess that govern life and death. I approve thy:

Molly mentioned. Vicky snatched Molly's textbook away from her and opened the romantic part of the novel right in front of her so she would read for herself. "Oh, please! I don't have time for this, I need an excellent remark on my terms report. Just give me back my textbook!" Molly said, shoving the novel away. "You have seen me that wants capital F in my report card! Anyway, that doesn't bother me, I never liked the idea of going to school if not for the fun!" Vicky laughed.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

she drawled, “are you in love?” He scoffed, though his ears were tinged red. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Keila coughed nervously. Ipu leaned in. “Do something about the attraction.” Keila promptly stomped on her foot beneath the table. Carmen smothered a laugh. She had to admit, she was enjoying this far too much. Why didn’t the author of her novel mention the browning attraction between Keila and Edmund? That would have made a really great plot. By the time dinner was finished, the atmosphere had shifted. There was still an air of tension—her parents were clearly unsettled by her behavior—but something was different. The old Daphne would have stormed off by now, flinging insults and rolling her

The silence of the library was heavy, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and our combined arousal. Eventually, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty but satisfied. He helped me straighten my clothes, his touch was gentle now, as if the professor was back. He walked me back to the table, his arm was placed around my waist, and we sat down to talk, but the mood was different now. The tension had been broken, but the connection remained. Pinky felt a flutter in her chest as she read the story. It was so vivid, the setting so unexpected the library, the shelves, the intellectual environment.

Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

“If she cannot produce an heir soon, her position will be very fragile.” Ava sat frozen as humiliation drained the color from her face. The Queen Consort finally raised her voice. “That is enough. It was merely a misunderstanding. Let the banquet continue.” Servants soon brought in the next course. “A delicacy from the royal forests,” the Queen announced pleasantly. “Please enjoy.” The lids were lifted from bowls of rich venison stew, the heavy aroma of roasted meat and spices filling the hall. The smell reached me instantly. My stomach twisted violently. I covered my mouth and gagged.

Orange light bled across the skyline in thin strips, and the streets below were still quiet, still unhurried, the whole city existing in that brief window before the day remembered its urgency. Valerie had no such luxury. She had 365 days. Maybe less. She opened her phone and created a new note, private, password locked, titled simply: RR. Rewrite. Reclaim. Ruin. She had not decided which word fit best yet. Perhaps all three. She began typing. Poultry, location, startup cost, supplier contacts. Feed mill collaboration window: eight months. Inheritance, do not sign. Do not sign anything. Secure legal advice quietly. Anthony's weakness: ego, fear of his father's disapproval, obsession with app