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Never him, whatever he is planning, I can deal with it later, for now, what matters is he got the book. He approached the book, it is now laying in the ground after Jonathan was sucked inside it. He crouched down and picked it up carefully, savoring the moment. At last, the book is his, the 3rd Seal has been broken. This is it, his victory, all of his preparation, his planning, it all leads to this, him acquiring the book.

“I was so in love with you from the very beginning. Mrs. Tessa Idrissi.” Looking at the name written repeatedly in purple, sparkly ink, he traced them with his fingertips before putting his hand on his chest. “You were always mine. Weren’t you?” “You know it.” She closed the book and set it in the drawer by the bedside. “I always will be.” After they had finished packing their things for the warmth of Greece’s white beaches, he held the bedroom door open for her. Once he shut the door behind her, he took her hand and led her down the hallway.

I closed my eyes waiting to feel a little energy, trying not to make my strong thirst for something to drink bother me. Suddenly something terrible happened to me. I started to feel like the unluckiest she-wolf of all. It was raining, it started slowly and soon it began falling heavily. I remained to sit on the ground now soaked from the showering of rain. I was just fed up with my life, it felt like my day just keep getting worse and worse. I curled up cold and I stared at my heap of clothes that were now soaked as well from the rain. I cried as I thought of Lucas wishing he could come and help me, but he'd never do so, all because of his evil father. I sat in the rain until the place had s

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He would see it either way. Still, warmth flooded my body as I said the words, "I have the perfect place in mind," and I couldn't help but mirror the giddy smile on his face as we began exiting the room. __________________________________ ***Author's note: To those reading Ace, it's now complete. Book three: Jericho will be out soon so keep an eye out for that. If you want to support other books from me follow me on In$tågrãm. My user is @authorkyliegopal

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Abigail said as she sank down onto a chair with a defeated expression. “We’ll be the victors in this, “I assured her. “I just need to do a little prep work before we go into battle.” “Understood,” she nodded. “What do I do?” “Rest,” I said. “You’ll need it.” She draped her body over the chair and swung her legs absent mindedly while she watched me pour over the pages of the grimoire. With my strength returned to me and my magic intact, I speed read the entire eight-hundred-page ancient book -with one-hundred percent retention- within a matter of minutes.

"Where to?" "Lefko." #to be continued in Chapter 21.3 - Bloody Grail

“OMG! I scream, shrieking with delight, as I kiss and thank my Queen for the magnificent gift. ** This is the final chapter in the book. To read book three. You can look up the title. “The Lycans’ twins abused mate.” Thank you very much.

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?