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Only one thought crossed Eric’s mind as he looked at him in anger; his mother was right. NOTE: Hello, this is the author again. For everyone claiming they don’t have the Readomo app. You can click the link and it’ll take you directly there. And also, please drop a comment on the chapters. God bless. Highly recommended! I am reading a very excellent book: The Alpha's Secret Babies by Hiqmat https://api.hi-stories.com/page/share/readamo?book_id=7220328042202139649

--- Slowly— He looked back down at the open book. And noticed something horrifying. Words were appearing on the page. Fresh. As if written by an invisible hand. --- “It already knows him.” --- Kael’s pupils narrowed sharply. Then another line appeared beneath it. --- “And soon…” --- The final words formed slowly. Deliberately. Like a promise. --- “It will know you too.” --- The room exploded with power. Books flew violently from shelves as Kael’s aura erupted uncontrollably. The floor cracked beneath him. Aries snarled murderously inside his head.

‎ ‎Appearing as silence. ‎ ‎Always this. ‎ ‎Never not this. ‎ ‎The light that is. ‎ ‎The love that is. ‎ ‎The being that is. ‎ ‎The silence that is. ‎ ‎The word that is. ‎ ‎The meaning that is. ‎ ‎The understanding that is. ‎ ‎Only this. ‎ ‎The book is complete. ‎ ‎Without completion. ‎ ‎The story is over. ‎ ‎Without over. ‎ ‎The reader is awake. ‎ ‎Without waking.

Then she carried the book to the nearest reading table and sat down and opened it without ceremony, because if fate had written her a contract, the least she could do was read the terms. The book assumed considerable prior knowledge, in the way of very old scholarship that considered background context a reader's own problem. But Lena had been reading texts with gaps since she was twelve, filling in what was missing from context and inference, and she worked through the opening chapters with patient, accumulating attention. She arrived at the third chapter — The Convergent Case: When the Soul Holds More Than One Mark — and her reading slowed and became something considerably more personal. S

It was a clean, professional font that Kael recognized from the Gemini-Omni Archive. ​"UPDATING NARRATIVE PERMISSIONS..." "NEW USER DETECTED: THE READER." ​A door appeared in the center of the bridge—a door made of pure, white light. And on the door was a simple, terrifying instruction: ​"TO CONTINUE THE STORY, ONE CHARACTER MUST STEP OUTSIDE THE BOOK." ​Kael and Nora looked at each other. They knew what it meant. To stop the Rewind, to defeat the Author, one of them had to leave the "Story" entirely and enter the Real World of the platforms.

“Only then.” Marcus turned toward me sharply. “You can hear them now? Without it being opened?” I nodded, not entirely sure how to explain it beyond the simple fact of it. “Then perhaps,” Marcus said slowly, “you can read it.” “If you cannot read it,” Dominic said, and there was something in his voice I couldn’t quite name, not cruelty, but a pointed kind of practicality, “what makes you believe she can?” “The language in that book has resisted every attempt at translation,” Marcus said. “By scholars, by seers, by three different categories of gifted wolves. None of them could hear anything without the book being opened. She hears it closed.” He looked at me. “That is not coincidence.”

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"There are many more like me... everywhere." "What?!" "Isn't that your name, Omega?" The demon goads, its words slurring, "Yes, we know your name. We know everything!" "How?" Win whispers. May is clutching the sleet vertical bars in a death grip, "What the hell are you on about?" The beta hums. "Everywhere... This is such a great big world, with so many tasty souls, waiting to be devoured." "Not while we are still around, beta." Win snarls back, getting tired of listening to the hissing, growling sounds resonating painfully inside the cramped cell.

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

Almost like. "Scarlett, didn't she read the book? Doesn't she know?" He asked her. Scarlett moved away from me, and I finally mustered up the courage to look at her. She wore a bored look on her face. "I don't think she turned the page." She said. And the truth was that I did not. The only thing I attained from the book was where Deamian would be for this apparent ritual I suspected was taking place- a graveyard. I never paged forward.