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And her lips met his snapping all the restrains he had caged his mind with, this little girl didn't want what she had done by giving her consent to him. It might be the starting of her ruination, but what they both didn't know, it was an initiation of his future madness as well. _____________________________ Many of you wanted to know when the part of prologue will come, approximately 5 to 6 chapters more and we will come to that point. Don't forget to leave your reviews guys, reviews matters a lot, I hope to get at least 10 reviews before the new chapter, it helps to boost the story. Do like and comment as well. Till the next adios

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

She simply answered. "How da..." She leaned over, interrupting me. "YOU. ARE. A. PROTÉGÉ." She pronounced every single word slowly as if she needed to remind me about that fact. I gulped loudly, taking another step back, trying to scoot as far as I could from her. "Not a vampire's potential bride or lover. A protégé! A woman chosen by a lord, a clan lord, and then well-kept and educated for years before she is turned. But you won't be like any of those newly turned vampires, who'll need to survive centuries before they could raise their rank. No, you'll be turned into a noble vampire lady with clan members bowing down to you."

He scratched his head and returned to study the blank pages. What the hell did he mean by that? He picked the book, he had to know. “Did you maybe pick the wrong book?” I asked desperately. He turned to me, irritation sketched unto his face. “No, I didn't pick the wrong Goddamned book. This is it.” He slammed the book closed and ran his fingers through the leather covers. “This is the book of the prophecy and our people's history.” Well, that made no sense cause his people's book of history was blank.

This had to be a joke. Jack raised an eyebrow as he listened to my statement, “What now?” “Nothing,” Jessica said quickly with a sigh. This guy had zero sense of humour. “Just tell me, how do I find the ghosts of Christmas past?” “You don’t,” Jack said, shaking his head, his voice dropping to a whisper, “They will find you, starting from tonight.”

It was only the beginning of a new chapter, one built on love, memory, and family resilience. And under the glowing sky, Alice and Johnson finally kissed, not as the young sweethearts they once were, but as two souls who had journeyed through time to find their way home. Their stories, their sacrifices, had led to this. A family. A future. A beginning disguised as an end. The past had become perfect. - The End -

so not ALL of the cliffhangers are my design ;) Thank you all so much for following for so long. I published the Prologue for this book on April 4th 2023. We have been at this for a year now and it has been a real journey to say the least. I appreciate each and every one of you!!

Arghhhh I should have read the epilogue first. 'Epilogue before Prologue' is the motto of people who have trust issue. Those who have trusted but were disappointed. That's why I don't want to get attached to the characters! Because are not even real yet they still do die. Now I'm starting to have trust issues. When I get the book back from the dog. I will surely read the epilogue first, I'm afraid all of those romantic dialogues would be washed down in vain! All of my expectations might crumble like a sand castle. Even though I might have learned some important things, I could never relax, and don't trust too much.

Or kill me? But it was clear—Brooke had already planned exactly what she wanted him to do. She made Zeke hand over his phone and read aloud the love letter I had written to him when we were deeply in love. That was the final, ruthless strike straight to the heart. Brooke had chosen the one I wrote when I left everything behind to follow Zeke to Hampsville. The words even appeared on the big screen for everyone to read. Zeke merely glanced at them, then let out a mocking laugh before he started, "Zeke, I've never loved anyone like this. Your presence broke down the walls around my heart.

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.