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Mira hangs her white cloak on her cabinet, looking bored as ever right after a gathering. She just finished an hour or two of trying to convince a bunch of new members to give up all their past lives and their savings to Bulan in order to live a comfortable life free from all their wrong deeds. She sighed and sat down on her little couch, a bottle of cold water in her hand, as she pulled out her phone to check on her own bank account. Of course, all her tiredness and stress just flew out of her body as soon as she saw how her own money grew exponentially.

Page after page of the Grimoire opened by itself, the pages moving quickly as if enchanted. Even more frightening was the dark mist that appeared with the opening of the Grimoire. "Congratulations, Luna. You have reached the end of the game," the familiar voice echoed. It came from the Grimoire, the voice of the seventh reincarnation that had previously inhabited Rafe's body. "So this is what he's after?" I muttered to myself. I had wondered why the werewolf man had stopped appearing, and now I had the answer. He was preparing this evil plan.

“Well then,” Mila said with a self-satisfied sigh. “I suppose there’s no use in more theatrics. You two will be returned to your chambers to begin the memory extraction process, and the undead boy here…” She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I think I’ll keep him, actually. After a bit of reeducation, I could use a loyal servant such as—” Suddenly, as Mila spoke, the sound of crackling and fizzing filled the room. Moments later, a swirling portal vortex ripped through the fabric of reality, and I felt my heart soar when I saw a familiar pair of broad shoulders step through.

Lila snorted, stifling a laugh “ Why are they always sniffing? That’s so gross.” “That’s what werewolves do! Get with the program! Anyway, what he doesn’t know is that she’s already got a childhood bestie alpha sweetheart who is secretly in love with her! And there’s some kind of uprising and love triangle. There’s already been four separate shirt removal scenes so far, and I’m only at chapter six!” "Wow. Not even half way through huh?" Lila snickered, looking up Author 456 on her shared screen, frowning a bit when she couldn't find any information on them.

Alex said. “Uh... no thank you.” Mimi held her hand up. “NO way am I sleeping with this big dumb stinky bear.” She said, as a ghost of smile crossed her lips. “Fine, I’ll sleep with him.” Milo said wrapping his arm around Babaloo’s shoulder making Mimi growl. “Sorry Milo, but you’re not my type”. Babaloo laughed pushing Milo away. “Hands off brother dear.” Mimi’s wolf grumbled.

Please stay with me ❤️ About the repeated chapters from 69-77 had been edited with the right content. It was a technical issue. You can search my page on f b J. Romanzoo-Dark Romance Author, to contact easily. The following is the FREE chapter as a sincere apology from the bottom of my heart. ************ Luca My earlier question was answered right away when the front door swung open and Mila walked inside as if she were a queen, her arm linked with a young man’s, while his hand rested on her waist.

Do you think Lila would be able to find the right spell combination? I listened to several songs while writing this chapter; RADWIMPS, Demon Slayer Season 3 OP which are both Japanese, Devil by the Window by TxT and Living Hell by Bella Porch just in case you're interested in checking them out.

- Questioned Tsuki Miki. - According to what I know, when you convert to Um-Mu's religion, being a follower of Zariel's religion, you follow the traditions to the letter, and the religion immortality. - Said Kurayami. Tsuki Miki screamed. “You can't do what you want to me, you can't do this to me. - Between tears, knowing that he would be caught sooner or later, it did not prevent his escape. - You know you don't stand a chance. - Kurayami snarled chasing him.

Why do these shoulders always reach the final embrace, not the first protection? Nyra tightens her grip. "Don’t blame yourself, Luna," she whispers, her voice breaking. Mira shakes her head slowly, wiping my cheek with the edge of the blanket. "We… can’t turn back time." I closed my eyes tightly, hoping the darkness would numb the pain. But it was even louder there: memories swirling. Liora’s smile in the kitchen as she measured the tea. Her shy little laugh. The way she looked at the little servants with patience.