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When it was the following day, Flora was outside alone standing before the flowers that was by the left side of the house, she adored the flower so much, actually, the man who always water the flowers had just come to wet the flower and had left. Flora loved how blossoming the flowers are, she loved the smell too. She felt a big palm covered her eyes all of a sudden and her heart skipped in fear, but she realized that the hand was not tightened around her face, it was only placed gently on her face. She placed her two hands on this big palm and removed the hands from her eyes slowly, she turned and saw Orviille. He looked terribly handsome and adorable, he was dressed in a simple white shirt

“We don’t know what that is. It could be dangerous.” “I know,” Olivia said, her voice steady despite the unease that coiled in her stomach. “But I have to know.” She opened the book, her fingers trembling slightly as she turned the first page. The text was in an ancient language, one she could not read, but the symbols burned into her mind as though they were meant to be understood. They swirled around the page, shifting and changing with every glance, creating an overwhelming sense of vertigo.

No harm done. Olivia opened the book, but she didn’t understand it. Her hands shook while the book glowed with a ghoulish amethyst light. She dropped it and moved away when smoke spiraled from it. At the same time, Olivia heard an eerie cackle and saw the vision of a tall elegant woman dressed in a black gown. The little girl stared open-mouthed at the lady with crimson, lilac hair and yellow horns protruding from her head. Olivia’s body trembled.

“I just wanted to change the environment a bit. You’ve gotten your wolf dragon now. So there is nothing taking us back there.” Nyxoria looked down at the worn-out book still in her hands, her fingers gently running across the rough, faded cover. “So, are you the owner of this book?” she asked curiously once again. Ora stepped closer and gently took the book from her hands, flipping it open with practiced fingers. “What do you think?” she asked. “These are poems. Very old ones.” “Do you understand the writing? The language looks strange to me,” Nyxoria asked, tilting her head.

I see Ocean's eyes turn black when I say that Desert is a bit bruised so I quickly hurry on, "She said all she can see from the room she is locked in is an apple tree" Ocean and Acre look at each other and smile "Uncle Antony's house," they both say together. Oceans p.o.v. Me and Acre get into the water first, we quickly and quietly swim to the other side watching in case we are spotted but everything goes smoothly, as Acre waits behind a tree I silently creep up behind the rogue that's supposed to be on watch and without making a sound I snap his neck,

Her blonde hair was no longer soft, smooth, shiny like in the day, but because she was awakened from sleep, it seemed messy like a pile of straw. Oralie's blue eyes seemed to be lost in the mist again, as if, trying to recall, what enemy did she have, who wanted to kill her so badly, seeing her as a thorn in her heart. the eye, the bone in the throat. Before she could think clearly, the vampire who was sitting on the other chair stood up, lifted his legs, and quickly walked out of the room. Seeing that, Oralie also hurriedly stood up and followed quickly. But it seems that because she did not wear shoes, Oralie was somewhat hesitant, afraid to step on those pieces of glass.

At Night Author's pov Orni wore a white short dress which were showing half of her boobs. Her hair was open and she did some makeup on her face. She was looking extra sexy in her attire and smiled seeing her reflection in the mirror. She took a mirror selfie and thought to send this to VR. Sending the selfie Orni texted VR," How is the door behind me? 🤭 " Door!! Where is it? I only saw my favourite pom pom 🍅🍅. Looking delicious though," VR texted back instantly.

pulling a book from behind his back he held it in front of him "Do you recognise it?" I did recognise the book, the familiar cover was instantly known to me as the Greek Mythology literature kept in the library. Sweat began to form on Oris' brow as he waited for my reaction to the gift, and while I couldn't understand why he felt so nervous, it was incredibly endearing. "Oh Oris," I smiled, taking the book gently I ran my palm over the leatherbound front cover "It's our book from the library," Oris smiled as his body relaxed "It is! But it's a different one," he paused as he opened the leather cover "I bought you your own copy,"

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

my wolf taunts. At the door, Orvax stands against the frame, holding up a lantern and for a minute, my brain shortcircuits and I forget how to breathe. The soft golden light carves out the sharp shadows across his face making him look almost otherworldly. His clothes are different now and his hair is slightly damp. He must have taken a shower before coming here. "Hi…” he breathed, his gaze locking on mine. "Did I interrupt your reading?” He is looking beyond me to the book that is now face down on the table.