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Is the code name 1712 hard to hear, or should I call the system Alux next time? "What the master says, the system will listen." In the hands of Sophia Marin suddenly appeared a novel summoned by Alux; a novel that was written by her best friend on her birthday. "Why did Alux give me the novel, I've read it all?" "The system recommends that the owner read it carefully once to fully understand the details of the quest because the person who has penetrated the book's evil villain must know the content of the novel." "Say what? I reincarnated into a reverse novel."

After getting satisfied, he vanished in the thick layer of fog, leaving them lying in the pool of their blood. “To be continued...” (Important Note: - Guys, it would be better if you read this story in the web version of the Good Novel, because we can only read bold and Italic words in the web version. I’m just saying to avoid any confusion regarding past or flashback scenes. If you are reading this note in an Italic Version, then it means that you are using the right platform for reading this story.)

“I, Ruben Westbrooke, and my wolf, Neo Westbrooke, gammas of alpha Xyla and Honey Thorne, reject you, Naomi Thorne, as my mate and sever all my ties with you. May the goddess wish me this freedom from you and never bind me to you by any means.” I gasped in shock when I registered his words. He didn’t call him a member of our pack, but he mentioned his bond with me. While announcing the rejection, his aura suddenly changed, and I felt slight pressure coming from him. Naomi clutched her chest and her throat while looking at us with a horrified gaze this time. She screamed at the top of her lungs as soon as Ruben finished the rejection. Blood burst out of her eyes, nose, ears, and throat at the

Damien stormed in on his mechanical legs, a silver dagger clutched in his hand. "Finally, my mate," he grinned, a sick smile on his face. "Are you ready to begin our eternal journey together?" "Why don't you try my 'eternal journey' first," I said, turning to face him. A golden light flashed in my eyes. In that instant, a powerful wave of my own aura flooded from me. Damien's body froze. The mechanical legs screeched and whined but were completely immobile. "How... how is this possible?" he stared at me, his eyes wide with terror. "Your power... it's never been this strong."

Alas, no matter how gently I tried, the doll was beyond repair. It was not until the next day, when Rebecca walked by my room, that I started to snap out of it. I picked myself up off the floor. I had someone clear out the room. Silently, I moved to the desk, my eyes landing on the dusty family portrait. There they were, Rebecca and Nash. Her smile was so bright that it hurt to look at. Outside, the sky was a menacing shade of gray. I set the photo on fire with a lighter, and I watched in silence as it turned to ash.

In addition, she had filled the basket with plenty of tasty drinks that tasted like fruit juice. It was everything one could possibly want if they were going to lie on a blanket in the beautiful summer sun and read a book about elven history. I lay down on my stomach, placing the book in front of me. It was large and heavy. Just for fun, I flipped to the back—there were no fewer than four hundred and forty-nine pages in the book. And that was only volume one! I wondered how many volumes there were in total. I opened the big book and could smell the traces of time in it. All I hoped for was that it wouldn’t be too dry to read.

The light was warm, almost inviting, but as it approached her face, an inexplicable fear gripped her. "Stay still," Callista instructed, her voice steady. "This light will illuminate the truth buried within you." More churings in her stomach as the orb inched closer, Carmen felt a burning sensation against her skin, though the light hadn't yet touched her. She flinched, jerking her head back as if the light were scalding her. "Fascinating," Callista murmured, her eyes narrowing. She adjusted her stance, chanting louder now, her voice reverberating through the room.

Lucas stood with his head lowered, as if he couldn't even bring himself to meet my eyes. Slowly, he took a small box from inside his coat and held it out toward me. His voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. "Wilma, I want to return this to you." I opened the box and saw the familiar star-shaped pendant. It was the same one I had broken and tossed aside in the car. It had been fully repaired. The delicate star glinted faintly under the light.

He pointed at me and asked Ace, "What exactly is your relationship with her?" Ace let out a quiet laugh. Leaning in just a fraction closer, he turned to me. "Zayla, what do you think we are?" I met his gaze. His eyes—those deep amber eyes—glowed like molten gold under the dim light. A predator's gaze, lazy yet sharp, like a panther lying in wait. His stare burned into me, igniting something deep inside. There was no resisting a look like that. Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm.