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Anne leaned back in her seat, watching him carefully, like a hunter waiting for its prey to make the wrong move. “You will, Hero,” she said, her tone softening into something almost sweet. “You’ll understand in time. And when you do, I’ll be here. I’ve always been here.” Hero didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure if he was being manipulated, or if Anne truly believed everything she was telling him. But one thing was certain—he was trapped. Between the pull of Polaris, the responsibility of his family, and Anne’s promises of safety and security, Hero didn’t know where to turn.

The logic told hades that maybe because Alex never had a family this mere light of a family had given him audacity and hope. Hades doesn’t do promises. Except for a few people. Alex wanted a way into that selected criterion. Alex’s eyes despite the tears held that determination that screamed that it was not a favor. It is what Hades expected to do. “Promise me please” Alex insisted again. “I will find him, and what I will do to him won't leave him with the breath to tell the story to anyone else. It’s a promise” Suddenly Alex lurched forward and hugged his brother for dear life. “Efcharistó aderfé” (Thank you brother)

We had come full circle, reclaiming our destinies and embracing the love that had always been destined to be. And so, as we sat under the moonlit sky, hand in hand, hearts full of gratitude, we whispered promises to each other. Promises of unwavering support, unconditional love, and a lifetime of shared adventures. Together, we had rewritten our story, weaving together the threads of our past to create a tapestry of love, resilience, and hope.

Are you the king of our world? "No," Matter smiled. - I'm from another world. Your Guide has already exhausted its twenty-four transitions. He is very strong, which is why the First Ones could not break him. “Then why did she ask for your blood?” So you're still a conductor? “You could say that…” Matzher said reluctantly. – Sometimes, very rarely, almost never, the Guide, who has made the twenty-fifth Transition, does not complete his Path and does not lose his accumulated strength, but moves on. Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition….

I stared down at my mother and father, Luna Ashly’s words coming back into my mind: “My dear Laura, I promised your mother that I would keep you safe. I promised your father that no harm would come to you… There are some things I can never tell you… the promises I made both of them prohibit it.” I stared so long at them both trying desperately to understand what this meant that I did not notice Domini approach me. “Laura?” He asked touching my shoulder softly, I jumped and turned around to scold him. “Don’t sneak up on me! You almost gave me a panic attack!” Domini smirked for a moment before noticing the photo album in my hands. “What’s that?” He asked as he made a move to grab it from my h

Villains had no rules, they had no limits. It was far too easy to convince Jake to go outside with me, to watch the brave warriors of our pack fight for our freedom and lives. Closer and closer, we inched; until all that shielded us was the thick bushes around our neighbor’s house. One of the warriors in our pack had fallen, blood spurting from his neck in a sea of beautiful crimson. The life in his eyes went from blazing to a dull flicker. ‘Be a hero’, I told Jake. ‘Our parents will be so proud’, I said.

And I didn't sign the damn waiver! Hero realizes that he can call his bodyguard right now and have these two women - who he never even wanted to touch in the first place - to be thrown out. But then, the Resort would miss the chance of hiring such willing females while he would miss out on this unique but strange opportunity to realize a fantasy… He starts to play a scene in his head, as a pair of feminine hands fishes out his still limp tackle and as a pair of wet lips start sucking on one of his nipples.

I searched deep within, where only darkness had been. “To… be free,” I whispered. “To never be afraid again.” In his eyes there was no anger, but a holy resolve. “I promise,” he said. “I will give you what your heart asks. At any cost.” I nodded. Trembling, but sincere. The trust that had been only a spark now caught into a small flame. Fragile. But alive.

After everything her father had built. A slight tremor ran through her. But it wasn't from fear or sadness anymore. It was the vibration of a new, steely resolve. The dismay was still there, a cold knot in her stomach, but it was now fuel for a fire that had just been lit. She would get to the root of this. She would find out who betrayed her family. And she would set things straight.

Completely. “Always.” Noah tilted his head. “But where are you going?” Damian’s eyes filled. And I had never seen him like that before. Never. “I’ll come back,” he lied gently. And I knew it was a lie. But Noah didn’t. “Promise?” he asked. Damian hesitated. Just a second too long. Then he whispered: “Promise.” My chest tore open. Because I knew— that promise was already broken. The officers pulled him away.