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I asked, and this time around the tone which I used in speaking could tell how offended I am. "You shouldn't trust him, lady. Once he gets your blood he's going to kill you and destroy the entire world." Orlan uttered, sounding like a motivational speaker. Oops! So touching. I mock myself. "All that you had just said sounds like a horror movie. Or could it be that you stepped out of the coffin to watch a horror movie, and now you are obsessed with them?"

"Oh Goddess..." "Get her out!" Orion shouted while battling Kesha. Kesha glanced between them. Realizing she couldn't defeat Orion quickly, she opened a portal door and turned to escape. But Orion yanked her back.“You aren't running now." His growl echoed through the room. Meanwhile Elena gathered every remaining ounce of strength. She prayed silently to the Moon Goddess. Then pushed again. Luna Sofia rushed to her side. Seeing the blood, panic crossed her face. “Oh Goddess... you're delivering."

High, pointed, and proud. “My lady, it’s time for you to rise and shine.” Sussana tried to go easy at first, but no signs of Francesca awaking, leaving her no choice but to resort on the last way. She rings the bell beside the sleeping Greek goddess in a dirt body. “Argh! Stop the bell boo-boo now! The lady is sleeping!” Francesca hissed in so much irritation, forgetting any sense of ladyship she learned. If she could choose one thing in the world to never get disturb with, she would absolutely choose this.

Like every other werewolf, we waited for the moon to seal our fate. She wore the gown I’d bought for her, soft blue silk, hugging every perfect curve. She stood smiling like the daughter of the goddess herself. I was so sure. So damn sure she’d be my mate, my Luna, my forever. I had loved her. Foolishly. Completely. But the Moongoddess toyed with my emotions. Midnight came. Bones cracked. My wolf, Rey emerged. And Amara…..

***** Iris’s POV I stared down at the words that were written on the piece of paper I held in my hands, dread spreading wide across my chest. I didn’t want to believe the words I was reading, yet, they felt as real as the green-eyed waitress who had delivered the paper to me. The messenger, she’d called herself. Your godmother, Anne Teresa, was killed by Damon. You’re not safe with him. Tears blurred my vision as I stared down at the words, struggling so hard between accepting them and refusing them. They could have easily been cooked up by whoever, maybe to tear me apart from Damon. Probably one of his numerous women…

Then we broke the hug to look at each other. "How have you been? I hope you didn't get in trouble," I asked her, worried Lucian might hurt her. She shook her head with tears flowing. She looked around the lounge and looked at me. "The goddess favoured you, Scarlett. You deserve the favour," she said, and I led her to a couch. We sat, and I ordered them to bring her juice and sherbet. It was a sweet delicacy that I had come to adore. "I see Alpha Keith is doting on you," Martha said, and I smiled at her, but there was sadness in her eyes.

Alas, the only annoyance of the goddess is to rack her brains every time to prevent her from discovering the wretched nature of the Great Immortal, and when the Great Immortal cannot control it, you must stop the Great Immortal! Finally, we recommend the new work "The Mother of the Rich Man" by the goddess Fumigazu Promise me not to frighten my goddess, then we still love.

I screamed and sobbed and begged till I couldn't do them anymore, and then I curled into a ball on the ground and prepared to die. "Ugly little monster," Cora hissed, "I'm doing you a favor by ending your miserable existence. There's nothing left for you anyways." And then she bent to her knees and reached for my hair. "No, please," I croaked weakly as I felt the first snip, my long hair falling off my head as Cora sliced through it, ignoring my weak pleas. "And as a parting gift," she drawled, voice full of delight. A burn of pain ripped through my face as she dragged the sharp tip of the scissors down the unscarred side of my face, engraving a thick line from my hairline down to my jaw.

He says, "I will clear my schedule." Sophia is at the kitchen counter when Clara calls with this. She listens. Says thank you. Hangs up. Sits for a moment. Then she picks up her phone and calls Edmund. "The Whitney," she says when he picks up. He is quiet for a moment. "Rose would have said, "Edmund, I told you so." He pauses. "She would have been right." "She usually is," Sophia says. "Yes." He pauses. "The full conversation. Everything you have made and everything your mother made. Together." "Yes."

Suddenly, the statue's eyes lit up a bright red. "Welcome, demon god." Orlando prostrated himself. "What are you calling me for?" The voice came from the statue of a horned wolf possessed by a demon god. "I just want to know, when can I beat Alano? I can't wait to get rid of him. The longer he is, the more impolite he is to me," said Orlando, still prostrating. "It all depends on you. Don't let Alano meet a woman who isn't part of the Lycans, because it could be a big disaster if they unite and have offspring," the demon god replied.