THE POSSESSIVE BLOODLINE
Or am I destined to fade away, a ghost in my own life, forever haunted by the specter of what could have been?
The answer remains elusive, lost in the swirling chaos of my mind. And as the darkness closes in, I can't help but wonder if this is truly the end.
Jace
"Hey," I whisper, my voice cracking with a mixture of fear and desperation. "Bunny?"
The room is a chaotic mess, a reflection of the turmoil raging within me. Rick is pacing, muttering frantic prayers under his breath, but I can't tear my gaze away from Jewel.
She's curled up on the floor, her eyes closed, her face pale and drawn. The faint lines on her wrist are a stark reminder of the battle she's fighting, a battle we can't seem
Bab Populer