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I heard Papa calling from downstairs, but I couldn’t stop. “Come on, Brigid! We will get in trouble if they find us up here!” Aisling pulled at my arm before starting to put the candles, herbs, vials, and crystals back in the chest. My hands kept on with their task. I turned the crescent moon back before I opened the cover of the book. Thick black smoke began to pour out of the book. Aisling screamed from behind me. I heard Papa running towards us and clambering up the ladder to the attic.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

The watcher's attention wrapped around them, warm and soft, and the silver flowers pulsed with a light that held the promise of spring. The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 96

Then my life took a quick turn after doing what no one had the courage to. Pranking the prank king The end. AUTHOR'S NOTE THAT YOU MUST READ. First, thank you for reading this book to the end, thank you for the support, thank you for waiting while I had writer's block and stuff like that and thank you for every effort made to read this book to the end. However, there is a sequel that would be published very soon titled French Rose. I would let you know when the book is out. If you need a book to read, I have other stories published on this app so go check them out and let me know what you think.

Katarina favorite flower. And then I wrote: To the only girl who ever made me forget the dead. Happy Birthday, Kitten. —V. By the time I pulled into the estate, it was dark. The lights were up. Music playing. The scent of grilled lamb and roses hit me from the driveway. I walked in through the side, holding the wrapped book tight in one hand. I needed a drink before I saw her. I needed a drink before I saw those eyes. I needed her. But first, I needed to know what was inside the flash drive.

With a deep breath, she turned and walked out the door, locking it behind her for the last time. Driving to her new home, Flora’s mind was a whirl of emotions. Catarina and Esther has already gone ahead of her in Catarina's small Toyota. The excitement of a fresh start mingled with the anxiety of the unknown. The memory of the ominous message lingered, casting a shadow over her thoughts. She knew she had to be cautious, to watch her back and trust only those who had proven themselves worthy.

They sneaked around, looking for where Lucas might have put Lindsay's diary. "Rain, sshhh... Rain," Flower whispered after a few minutes of searching. "Look at this!" Flower found Lucas' study, but there were so many books that Flower didn't know where to start. "There are so many books," Flower complained. "Has he even read these books?" Rain laughed. "Never mind, let's look for them one by one. You start from that row and I will look for them from here." Flower and Rain started looking, looking from one shelf to another. Not long after, Rain's headset turned on.

Nate whispered in my ear looking down at our children. "I love you Nate Viseron." I replied. The end ****Author's Note: I've written a sequel to this book through the perspective of Ember as a teen next. It's titled The Ember In The Dark. You'll get to read about how Rain and Nate managed through school and parenting as well as how her and her 3 mates are doing. Again from the perspective of Ember. Thank you guys so much for reading my book all the way through! I definitely have some editing to do now. I just wanted to get it all written down and completed for you guys. I hope you liked it. Please follow me on I*******m @rae.knight.author.

The twins are sixteen-year-olds who have been coming to this gathering their whole lives and who occupy it now with the ease of people who understand the tradition from inside it. In the afternoon, when the table has been cleared and the apartment has the specific quality of a Christmas afternoon — warm, full, the city outside doing its muted December thing — Valentina and Clara sit at the kitchen table. "Tell me more about the fourth book," Clara says. "I don't have it yet," Valentina says. "I have the question: what does the person name after the record is made. The third book made the record. The fourth book is about what happens when you look at the record from the altitude."

Chapter 19 – Brewing Magic Selene’s POV The attic door creaks open, and I’m instantly enveloped by a wave of rich, layered scents... floral, earthy, and tinged with the faintest trace of citrus and spice. My breath catches in my throat. I blink once, twice, to be sure I'm not imagining it. This isn't the dusty, unused attic I remember.