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Javier's eyes lit up for a moment before dimming down. "It's a pity that we don't have the final say in the Osborns. This is not what they want. What they want is an omniscient view of the world, like something from the perspective of the Sammius. Something with a more superior stance and a feeling that they're different from the rest of the world." "We'll get someone to write the script in this way. We can make the arrangements when we get back to the office later!" Saiorse responded. She was so swept up in her emotions for a moment that she overlooked the fact that the script was supposed to be submitted for the Osborns.

Lucian assured Odhan. This made Odhan a bit relaxed, at least as relaxed as he can, under these circumstances. If they find out that what he is telling is true, then they might consider helping him. "Ok, you can read my mind" Odhan agreed. Lucian closed his eyes with concentration. He opened his third eye which is the eye of his mind. He looked around through his mind to find out the thoughts of others. As the king of Shifters and Lord of demons, he cannot read Darius and Lucifer. But if he want he can read everyone else present here.

He remembered the beginning. He remembered the Father Beyond. He remembered the First Life. He remembered the Observer. He remembered the Reader. And he remembered something even older. “The Audience isn’t outside the story.” Everyone became silent. “What do you mean?” Eden looked at the sky. “They’re characters too.” Sophia stared. “What?” “Every person watching a story becomes part of it.” Aria’s expression changed. “That’s impossible.” Eden shook his head. “That’s why they are afraid.” He pointed upward.

"You need to stay right here. Pound on this door. Beg him relentlessly. Show him your absolute, unwavering loyalty, and he will spare your contract. I promise you!" Without waiting for another word, I turned and sprinted down the hallway toward the elevators, leaving the chairman standing outside the office in a daze of profound inspiration. ***** Third Person’s Point of View Inside the private office, Dominic was still standing by his desk, rubbing his lower half and glaring murderously at the closed door, a dull ache throbbing where my teeth had just introduced themselves to his trousers. Before he could even take a step toward the exit, a fresh wave of heavy pounding rattled the oak panel

— ¶ ¶ — POINT OF VIEW This story is written in dual first-person POV. You will live primarily inside Raven’s head because that is where the real war is fought. The perspective of other characters would appear selectively when their inner worlds deepen the emotional stakes. You will always know whose head you are in. I will never leave you lost or hanging. Trust me. — ¶ ¶ — AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you all genuinely. Out of everything you could be reading right now, you chose this. That is not something I take lightly.

“Though, I think it is said you can only read the minds of your mates when they let you. Especially when it's a high-ranking wolf.” “I heard of this too. Does this mean the mind of an omega like me can be read at anytime?” I asked curiously. Theo stared at me for a while, and immediately held me close. “I heard so, but I don't think I want to hide anything from you. Even if I had the choice to make you read and not to, I wouldn't want to lock my mind away from you, Tihana. I would want you to read my mind as much as you want. In fact, I want you to know whatever I have in mind.”

I watched the Omega disappear around the corner… And then it hit me. Omegas… They were everywhere. Quiet, invisible, and ignored but always present. No one paid attention to them; their presence is always disregarded like an ugly painting stuck on the wall. Yet they moved through every hall, every room. Cleaning, delivering, serving. Which meant… They see everything. Hear everything. But never speak of it. My lips parted slightly as the idea took shape. All I need to do is use the ones no one ever notices to find out everything no one wanted me to know…

The quietness of it had a different quality from the quietness of an empty room - the quality of something that has been said and cannot be unsaid, of a direction chosen that has closed the alternative directions behind it. I sat back down and opened my laptop. I went to the article. Not searching for weaknesses in it, not looking for the sentence that could be challenged or the paragraph that could be reframed. I read it as a reader would - as someone encountering it without prior knowledge of the person at its center, without any investment in how it reflected on anyone in particular. She had not named me.

Third Person POV "Ladies and gentlemen! It saddens me in a joyful way that four people have now made it to the winner level, but we are still unable to choose. My goodness! It was as if their brains contained this world as a whole, and there was nothing that they didn't know, It was clearly impossible, yet it was happening here before our eyes. Our questions are running out, but goodness may have it, we are inquiring more and more questions, and how we will continue from now on is to ask, ask and ask till three drops out finally!"

He had rebuilt his walls overnight, higher and thicker. "Proceed," he said, his voice a carefully modulated glacier. I pricked my thumb, the sting a familiar companion now. As I pressed my blood to the brittle page, a new set of numbers and letters began to rise, a string of digits that could topple a man who claimed to speak for God. I read them aloud, my voice clear and steady in the silent room. I felt him commit them to memory, a silent predator absorbing the coordinates of his next kill. When I finished, I pulled my hand back, wrapping the small cut myself with a cloth from my pocket. A tiny act of self-sufficiency. A declaration that I no longer needed his handkerchief, his pity, his c