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1921 - Seer "Another fated one has denied his destiny, we remain under Vampire rule for another one hundred years." I peered into the hot liquid and ran a finger down the steaming pot, watching carefully as the ripple expanded. "I fear a repeat of history, the next chosen ones give me a bad feeling, they may not be ready in time."

“This scroll book contains history of what you would not believe at all” Fleki tells him as he goes through the pages, Edward also looks keenly and what he sees shocks him. The book was entitled The legend of the chosen with so many names of ancient kinds of people who served as the chosen. It was even more interesting when he sees names that did not come from his tribe. “Ever heard of such kind of names?” he asks Fleki who was more surprised and astonished.

“Do you hear me?” She looked at him, unsure. “I mean it,” he continued. “He doesn’t get to decide your life" Her chest tightened. “…What if I don’t have a choice?” Jonas didn’t hesitate. “You do.” His voice was calm. Certain. “And as long as I’m here… you’re not facing this alone.” Elara stared at him— And for the first time since everything began… She felt like she could breathe. Jonas POV The silence in the room was suffocating.

Her laptop was down, making the possibility of working on her novel nonexistent, and having an off day from the diner. They had been late on the N*****x bill, so flipping through it didn't seem like a bad idea at the time. She was flipping aimlessly through it and was stopped by a pair of heels a model was wearing. She had never been much of a fan of shoes before but they were a pair she would have loved to wear one day. Or in her case, try on, but never in a million years did she think she would actually get the chance to.

And in the quiet of that night, held safe in Aiden’s arms, Evelynn knew she had found her forever. But even as she drifted into the comfort of his embrace, a thought lingered at the edge of her mind — the world outside their door was still dangerous, still waiting. The fire inside her was not only love; it was power, a force others would hunt. Yet as Aiden’s arms tightened around her, Evelynn realized something new: she wasn’t just surviving anymore. She was choosing. Choosing him. Choosing them. Choosing to fight for the love that had set her heart ablaze.

I answered, forcing a smile and nodded. The intern adjusted his glasses. "But you and Mr. Baldwin met in high school, dated for seven years, and were married for five. Just last month, Mr. Baldwin spent a fortune to buy you an island and named it after you." I kept smiling, though the smile didn't reach my eyes. "That was something he owed me," I said flatly. He'd given me that island to make up for missing my birthday while taking care of a sick Jenny. In my last life, I had actually felt proud of it. Later, I found out that the idea came from Jeremy. Nathan's assistant, Brandon Lindell, picked the island, and Nathan didn't even know where it was located.

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Someone who claims to be Aurora's sister from a reality that never existed. TWhich reality would YOU choose? Power and pain? Or peace and forgetting? Comment which one! I need to know what you'd pick Chapter 57 is THE CHOICE and it changes EVERYTHING END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.

It was the conversation I had secretly recorded the last time Trinity had come to the estate. I had made sure to fully charge the phone before I died. I wanted Nathan to hear, loud and clear, the true nature of the woman he had chosen, the woman he had been willing to let me die for. A long silence followed. His fingers trembled as he reached for the letter. He pulled out the paper inside and began reading. I had written down every detail of how I had saved him back then, every part of the story that Trinity could never know. The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became.