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His voice fills my mind as he opens our mindlink. ‘I love you both.’ THE END This concludes book 1 of The Stone Sister Series! I know there are still many questions: What about Bram? What about The Underground? What about Sage? Be on the lookout for Book 2: Emmy’s Story, which will be titled Rejecting Fate! If you enjoyed this story and my writing, please follow my I G for updates and more! Thank you all so much! <3 JNS

, Drake asked in an urgent whisper while inching closer to the Omega who was now blushing profusely. "I… I…", the words were stuck in her throat. He was too handsome and too close, and all this was too sudden. "She… maybe…" "Yes? Yes!?", he asked impatiently. She blinked rapidly. "The attic. There is a girl living in the attic." ---

"It’s a bit... tight, Lila. I hope His Majesty doesn't mind sharing a bed that doesn't have a remote control. It’s the only room left." "Tight" was an understatement. The attic room had slanted, low ceilings with exposed oak beams that Adrian had to duck under just to move. There was a single, heavy oak bed that looked like it had been handed down through five generations, covered in a thick, handmade floral quilt. A small window stood open, letting in the sound of crickets and a cool breeze that carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine.

Beautiful if someone liked cold steel, icy desserts and a thrill of falling from a cliff, only to land in freezing water. We walked to the back, the atmosphere here was quiet and the décor changed from just white to shades of cream with golden and red splashes. A woman who looked to be in her late thirties approached us and introduced herself, “Hi, I’ll be the one assisting you. My name is Flora.” “Flora, bring out your latest collection,” Allister’s honey eyes dropped to my sneakers and he said, “And also something for my girl’s pretty feet.” I paused. But when I glanced at him, he was looking at Flora.

"That's definitely not the way you should describe your future wife, Henry." "I'm just telling the truth, aunt." His statement made mom sigh visibly as she said,"Let me take periwinkles for her. I'm pretty sure she's a very nice girl." "Too bad, aunt. Your hope will be crushed ruthlessly." "Whatever. Let's go, now." Mom rushed us out as she carried the flowers in her hands and followed. After a long good walk, we finally reached the Queen's palace as the guards who were guarding the gates moved away as we walked inside working our way to Eleanor's room.

Daniel ordered and I did, I tried to put it inside my cloth but I'm stopped immediately by a tall figure, a woman probably a library attendant. "Are u trying to steal books?" She asked in her British accent and crossed her arms to stare at me " no, I was just um.." "Cleaning." Daniel completes. " She was just cleaning" " don't come to this section again, it's not for public" she orders and grabs the book from my hand. Then shoves us away, we turned and left. " I have a feeling the reason why miss flora didn't get that book was because of the library attendant" Daniels turn back

Hi, Guys. Before starting this reading, I am here to let you know that this book has a sequel called "Heaven Out Of Hell". On my page, you could already find the first 12 chapters. It's a continuation of the main story, but also some other surprises, that have nothing to do with this book. So, it is a partial sequel. Keep an eye on my profile.

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

They thought they were watching Seraphina Montague disappear into the background of someone else’s story. I looked around the apartment now. At the books he’d started reading because I loved them. At the cardigans I left draped over the furniture, a slow, soft invasion of his sterile bachelor pad. At the flowers on the table, peonies for me, white roses for him, tangled together in the same vase. It wasn't an ending.

The next day came too quickly. I thought I was ready to face my family with their scrutinizing eyes and cruel glares. What was the worst that could happen? Apparently—everything. The moment I stepped into the living room, the air shifted—sharp, suffocating, like the calm before a hurricane. My parents sat stiffly at the far end of the couch, their expressions carved in stone. Beside them, Marielle looked all glammed up, sitting like a queen basking in stolen light. Her manicured fingers traced the rim of her teacup lazily, eyes flicking up to me with a satisfaction she didn’t bother to hide.