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Alexander replied. “Perfect.” Kristine said almost inaudibly. “Alexander.” he said. “Alexander Williams.” “I’m Camille, and my friend is – “ “Kristine” Kristine cut in sharply wearing a toddler’s smile “Kristine Richards.” Whatever was wrong with Kristine, Camille could not understand. A while ago she was ready to chop off someone’s head and now, she’s acting weird. Kristine stayed up late into the night. She was lost in thought, smiling at intervals and muttering some inaudible words to which Camille couldn’t make sense of. Camille had also stayed up because she thought something was wrong with her friend and needed to keep watch over her.

“In the Monastery of the Fire Mages, there is a forgotten book. It holds many answers. Look for it behind the magic crystal.” She was about to ask where the magic crystal was when the room started to fade away. “Wait! I have more questions.” “All of them will be answered in time.” Hi! I hope you like the story so far! More will follow! I do have a F B group Amy T Stories

FAITH Kristin’s sharp poke to my side jolted me out of my daze. “Hey,” she said grumpily, her voice low but laced with irritation. “What’s with the deer-in-headlights look? You know those people or something?” I blinked rapidly, trying to regain my composure. “No,” I lied, my voice shaky. “I just… zoned out.” Kristin’s eyes narrowed as she studied me, clearly unconvinced. “Yeah, sure,” she muttered before grabbing my wrist. “Come on. Let’s go before you turn into a statue right here in the middle of the store.”

She had called her though, texted even, but there had been no reply whatsoever. Sighing, she took her book from her locket and then she started to lock it back when she heard Hailey’s voice calling her name. “Chloe!” she called, and she knew it was Hailey as soon as the voice called her name. There was a distinct way she always called her, with an emphasis on the first letter of the word. She turned back slowly to face her, and then she called her name in a whisper. Damn, it was as if she was acting in a movie with the way she stood there in awe. Hailey was completely changed with a makeover. Her hair had been dyed blue, and she now had a small piercing on the top corner of her left ear that

she said, “It was the convenient thing to do and Raphael, Kristine isn’t exactly who you think she is. She’s not some fragile princess you rescue.” I froze. “What are you talking about?” She leaned i n. “She’s smart, watch her closely. She’s playing a game, and you? You have no idea and you’re falling for it.”

she asked, keeping her voice even despite the storm brewing inside her. Daniel smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Just checking in. I heard you married Lucas Moretti. Quite the upgrade from me, don’t you think?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Tell me, Kristin, does he know the real you?” Kristin felt anger rise in her chest. “Get out.” Evelyn sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “Such hostility. Is that any way to treat family?” “You are not my family,” Kristin shot back without hesitation.

“Just last week. Boss says I am needed here. Oh, I missed you guys so much.” Without asking, she pulled me into a tight hug, the wide grin plastered which only made Antler roll his eyes and walk past us. “Did you hear about Delphi, Kristine? She used to be your best friend. Look at her now, married to the most mysterious man of the underworld. Mr. Night.” She pulled back slightly, holding my hands, giving me a look of fake compassion, trying to liberate words from my tongue. “Heard he burned her previous husband, Freddy Hamilton. Did you see her? Or still furious with her?”

Unless… unless she had truly lost all hope. "Zephyr, what’s wrong? You look awful," Chloe said, touching my forehead with concern. I pushed her hand away. My mind raced, replaying everything about Elysia tonight that felt off. Her calm. Her submission. The strange, flat way she’d said "Okay." And that one line... "You told me to crush a crystal. I'm fine." No. Something was very, very wrong. She always fought back. She’d question me, argue, demand I make a choice.

“I’m not pregnant.” Kristin smirked. “Obviously.” The prince nodded slowly. “Good. That lie holds weight.” “It got me inside,” she said simply. “That’s all that matters.” The prince's eyes gleamed. “And now?” Sandy turned slightly, looking back toward the distant manor. “Now I stay close.” “To Damien.” “To Nightfang.” “To everything.” Kristin crossed his arms. “You understand what this means, right?” She glanced at him. “I’m not stupid.”