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Night crept over the city, bringing the nightmare with it. In Malik’s room, darkness pressed around him like a living entity. His breathing grew erratic as he tossed in sleep. In his dream, faces from the past appeared: Amal and Sophia stood before him, pale, massive snakes coiled around their necks, spitting venom, hissing terrifically through the stillness. Then Nasser appeared, his blood-stained clothes, a knife in hand, his eyes lifeless. Beside him, Nour gripped a thick rope, advancing slowly, menacingly. All of them gathered in a hellish tableau, a familial pact from hell, intent solely on ending Malik’s life. He screamed, trying to escape, but his body was paralyzed. He felt the snak

I hiked for miles before returning, confident that the logistics of the return would be impossible. She was on the sofa. By the fifth time, the grief had evaporated, replaced by a cold, numbing resignation. I stopped caring about why. I stopped looking for logical explanations—for ghosts, for doppelgängers, for some elaborate gaslighting scheme. The "why" didn't matter. The only reality that existed was the cycle: the living room, the shovel, the woods, and the return. Now, standing here, looking at the seventh iteration of her, the horror is no longer about her return. It is about the realization that has been gnawing at the back of my mind since the fourth burial.

My forehead suddenly creased because it became familiar. "The Luna Princess can create scenarios in her mind to escape reality and that's where the Vampire Prince saw her but didn't even dare to introduce himself as her past lover in her past life because he's afraid that what if the woman that he loves will disappear again just like in her past life? He can't bear that so he's now okay for now to talk to her in her imagination and waited for the right time how to lift the curse," he said and nodded his head. I don't know what to feel now. I should be happy with the story, right? But why do I feel like the story he's talking about seems connected to me or I'm just assuming something?

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Wren walked out to where Hanna was at the counter as Lindsay began to go through the files on her desk. There were the now routine calls about strange lights on the ground that shoot into the sky and disappear. There was a call that unnerved her a little; it was about a werewolf. She had always hated the thought of a werewolf, not the human turning into an animal part. She hated the large, predatory-dog part. She even tried to avoid werewolf movies. Lindsay was writing down the information for Wren and making tags for the map when he returned to her office. She handed him his list, stood, walked over to the map on her office wall, and began marking the calls.

She sends flaming balls to the Reapers and the monsters halted, shrieking. Serra breathed in surprise. A fire Badblood. The most powerful elemental, she remembered Maria said. They're powerful since the Reapers are afraid of the fire. They're next to the Inkurs but not quite since the Inkurs can kill the Reapers and other Badbloods cannot. Reapers are dimensional creatures and the power that can kill them must also be dimensional. Dozen of Reaper were in front of Leni now, their scarlet eyes were fixed on her with a deathly gaze, but Leni gave back the gaze to the monsters like she's challenging them. She grinned.

VOLUME TEN: A HEAVEN HILL CHRISTMAS Author's Note: These Christmas Novella's are in no particular order – they aren't even in chronological order of the series. It's just one Christmas I picked out of every couple's lives and wrote about it. JESSICA & LAYNE

The smell of linseed oil had begun to feel like home again. Weeks had passed since the gala since Damien’s goodbye and though his absence had carved out something sharp inside her, Lena had learned to fill it with color. The studio hummed with quiet tension. It was the day of her final showcase the culmination of her degree, her sleepless nights, her heartbreak, and every brushstroke that had bled emotion into form. Her series was called The Space Between. Six canvases stood in perfect alignment along the white gallery wall: bodies that didn’t touch but almost did; gazes that spoke without words; light caught trembling between shadows. It was raw, restrained, and alive the story of everythin

By the time I got back to the packhouse, it was already after dark and I went into the living room where Lucas, Jude and Aria were watching the News. I wasn’t wrong about the riots. Cities all over the country were going up in flames. They were actually filming humans being attacked and killed by vampires. I was watching Lucas as he was fixated on the TV and I could see how intensely he was watching the TV. But it was now sunrise, and the vampires were running from the scenes of these riots. Running back to their hideouts so they didn’t burn in the sun. That was the only reprieve that we were going to have at the moment.