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A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

he says. “Hey, yourself.” I kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you.” He hugs me, then lifts me off my feet and swings. “Anything for our queen.” The girls around him gasp. I take that as my cue to disappear. Back at the Rock House, we change for Dom's party. I go with simple all-black, wearing a black pencil skirt and body suit with cutouts on my shoulders and at my waist, with knee-high block heeled black boots. I put on a layered black metal necklace, black hoop earrings, stacked black leather bracelets, and black rings on every finger and thumb. I redo my makeup with a smokey brown eye, giant lashes, and dark lips the color of dried blood. I look and feel like a queen.

Heavy with time. Books lined every corner—some thin and colorful, some ancient with cracked spines and gold lettering barely clinging to the covers. To the right, a large reading area with plush armchairs surrounded a low fireplace, its mantle stacked with historical fiction and romance novels. To the left, framed photographs of pack founders lined the walls, beneath a sign that read: Black Hollow Legacy, Preserved in Ink. She could’ve spent hours just standing there, soaking it in. But she had come with a purpose.

Surely, my mind was cruel enough to conjure this. But when I blinked, he was no longer on the bed. He was standing in front of me. Too close. Dangerously close. His breath ghosted over my lips. Storm-grey eyes locked on mine, a fire behind them that threatened to consume us both. And in his hand—this time—he brought the rose himself. A black rose. Obsession. Devotion. Darkness and desire, tangled into one forbidden bloom. No words passed between us. None were needed. The silence said everything.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

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I ask, arranging the book beside the Bible as we have prayed already. I turn around and find him running his eyes down my body. I mentally shiver, walking towards him so that he will stop looking at me like that. “Anything you like. You look beautiful in everything,” he shrugs, making me blush once again. “Anyway, there’s a color theme. Red and black.” “Okay,” I drawl, coming to sit back where I was before. Our knees bump into each other but none of us pay any attention to it. “Still, any suggestions?”

Mila articulated to her boss. "What's this?" Asher asked as he pulls out a strange black card with red inner lays. Alice house was broadly written at the front. "Oh my... that's an Alice card, it's issued out by the shop. This is your sure way into the store, but because it's expensive in the first place it's elusive. This is the reason not every lady with some cash can get their dress from the brand. And if someone sent you this, they are inviting you into Alice," Mila explains her eyes gleaming.

sweatshirt, which had a small bleach spot that she liked to think made it unique, along with some mismatched fuzzy socks. Her skin was glistening, glossy from the 9-step skincare routine she refused to gatekeep. She flipped another page of The Wilted Magnolia — a tragic romance novel that had slowly but surely been getting on her last nerve. Flip. Gasp. Her wide brown eyes scanned the words like they might rearrange themselves if she stared hard enough. "Oh, HELL no," she said flatly. Her hand shot out dramatically, snatching the book closed like it owed her money. She stared at the cover like it had personally insulted her.

It’s a romance book with a half-naked man on the cover, a girl in a skimpy dress, and a wolf in the background titled ‘Taming the Alpha. He smirks as he passes it back to me, “Enjoy your reading, Elyria. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.” Conrad is shaking with the urge to laugh as he stands behind Atlas and Dahlia smacks his arm in annoyance. I scurry away, ready to leave the embarrassment behind. I rush to my bedroom instead of going to the office. I shake my head in frustration. Literally, I could’ve grabbed any other freaking book. Of course, I pick the one that screams sex!