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Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Rose I am awaken by the sun shining brightly through my window—making me open my eyes slowly, smiling to myself as I stretch out my arms; before turning to see the familiar brown hair. My index finger immediately pokes on the side of his cheek, earning a low groan from him. ''Wake up, sleepyhead.'' I mutter. He peeks through his droopy eyes before grabbing me around the waist—wrapping his arms around my body, securely. I let out breathy laughs, trying to free myself from his grip but once I fail, I just lay near him; snuggling closer.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

The violent surge of emotion sent me into another crisis that very night. My breathing grew shallow, my oxygen levels plummeted, and I was on the verge of needing a ventilator. Angela Reign, the head nurse who had cared for me since the beginning, stood by my side with reddened eyes as she administered the medication, gently patting my back to soothe me. "Chloe, hang in there. You have to hold on! Prof. Stenson has already succeeded, hasn't he? I saw the news yesterday—his new drug has made a miracle happen..."

She pulls her pyjamas on, and once they’re both dressed Rosie takes down the glamour to put it back on the overhang. Caelius had taken the first watch, and was sitting by the fire reading a tattered paperback book. She makes her way over; he smiles up at her and puts a bookmark in and closes his book. “Interesting book?” He smiles, “Yes, actually. It’s a classic, ‘Il nome della rosa’; The Name of the Rose. It’s a murder mystery.” Celine nods, “I’ve had this a while.” She chuckles, and he smiles, “It’s not had an easy life, this book.” She nods,

|| Author POV || Rosa tiptoed inside the library. It was already afternoon. She had planned to go to the café, so she got ready but before going, she wanted to check something. Even though she believed Killian, her curiosity refused to rest. The silence inside was comforting yet eerie. Every step echoed faintly beneath her light feet. Reaching the tall shelves, Rosa quietly pulled the wooden chair and climbed onto it. Her eyes scanned the upper row until they landed on the book, Oath of Blood.

Her clothes still hung neatly in the wardrobe, and her hairbrush still sat on the vanity. Dario stood in the middle of the room. His eyes welled up with tears. He then crouched down and buried his face in her pillow for a long time without moving. - Daisy settled down in Geneva. Caleb rented an apartment beside the lake. The windows overlooked the lake and snow-covered mountains. Every morning, sunlight streamed through the glass and spilled across the white kitchen counters. When Mia called, Daisy had just returned from language school. "Did you see the posts on the dark web? Dario's looking for you," Mia said. "But there's no way he'll find you."

She squirmed nervously under Sebastian’s eyes. Her resistance did not vanish, but it wavered, caught between instinct and circumstance, between fear and something she did not yet dare name. "Your body is more beautiful than I thought," Sebastian commented. He leaned in and put his knee between Rosie's thighs, forcing her to open her thigh. Sebastian’s knee almost touched her pussy lips, and she blushed even more. Sebastian put his left hand beside Rosie’s shoulder to prop himself and used his right hand to grab Rosie's breast without warning.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

As I did, I noticed Henry Pearce standing nearby, his face a picture of distress and shock. Henry was one of the most renowned witch doctors in Valdora, specializing in curing every form of wolfsbane. After a past ambush, Rosie was afflicted with a slow-acting poison—non-lethal but incurable. Each month, it would flare up, causing her seizures and excruciating pain that felt like being shot through the heart.