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The omega felt hot liquid stream down from his head. He helplessly whispered his mate's name again before he slipped into unconsciousness. The beta didn't even look back. _ _ _ Check inline comment

It was the perfect reading posture that she had created to savor in the information that she had been yearning to know. Omega Yna read through the catalog of the book and chapter 18 captured her attention. Without reading other chapters Omega Yna opened Chapter 18 of the book The tittle of the chapter was boldly spelled out: THE CHOSEN ONE. Omega Yna exhaled and inhaled as she tried to calm her rapidly racing heart. She was scared to read the content of the chapter, she was scared to know the information that will either build her or destroy her. One could say that Omega Yna had the fear of the unknown, but to her this was bound to happen.

His smirk never faded. "You want to massage my chest and breast?" He asked again and Rose nodded. He chuckled. Curving his tongue upwards to the left side of his lips as he increased the sound of his chuckle. "You read minds now. Hmmm? I see." Said Mr. Evidence. Rose still stood there and was still waiting for his permission to commence the massage. "Since you are now a mind reader, it's fine. Well, you got it right. Massage my breasts and chest." He smiled.

Then suddenly, I remembered something. “You said that we met in the past life.” “Yes, it’s true.” “So, what is your name now?” “Anna Warren. I’m the Omega of your pack.” “Hmm … I wonder ….” “What?” Her eyebrows raised. “You don’t have my marking either. But I had seen a vision; we had marked each other.” Then I added, “I have a theory that may be because you are in another body—in Anna Warren’s body, not yours. So, the marking isn’t there. Also, you were still a virgin.”

She continues to read without saying a word to anyone but I notice she starts walking backwards towards me and I don't know if she even realises she's doing it but before I can think about it anymore she stops to the side of me and leans into me so that her head is on my arm. She's feeling scared and she has sneaked out my comfort and I know this really isn't the time to think about it but fuck it feels like the best feeling in the world! I bring my arm around her shoulder and she folds herself into my side while she continues reading. I can feel her body starting to shake so I slowly rub gentle circles into her back in the hope that I can calm her down even just a little bit and thank my fu

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

My voice did not shake. The man tilted his head. He didn't have a face, just a shifting darkness where his features should be. "You can call me the Reader," he said. His voice sounded like paper rubbing together. "I am the one who pays for the ink. I am the one who decides if your story ends here or keeps going." Bryan stepped in front of me, his hand on his pistol. "He’s another code, Hazel. Don’t listen to him." The Reader laughed. It was a dry, thin sound. "A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute."

She picked up a blue marker. "What if..." she started. She drew a circle. "What if the room isn't just watching you?" Hope asked. "What if it's listening? What if it's... empathizing?" Ethan frowned. The coder brain engaged. "Empathizing?" "Omni tracks heart rate," Hope said. "It tracks temperature. It knows if a customer is calm or frantic." "Yes." "So," Hope said, her hand moving faster now, sketching a layout. "If Omni sees that a customer is stressed... high heart rate, fast movement... what does it do?"

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

I read the content over the image blankly, " Like My Gift, Pretty Girl?"