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The chateau had been standing there for ten generations without collapsing but now it's nothing more but an abandoned building. "A new Lord assumed control over Emberfalls days after your family's demise, isn't that right?" Nikolai asked as we drove into town. We had touched down into the UK after an eight hours flight. "His name's Lord Richard," I answered. "He's been in a long-standing political conflict with my father for years over the kingdom's ownership." Nikolai lit up a cigarette. "Tell me what happened after that night?" I turned to stare at Nikolai. "Lord Richard falsely accused me of murdering my family. He denied me a trial to prove my innocence. Instead he locked me away in his

"And I'm lucky to get TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you. Thank you for bringing out the best in me..." Athena detached from him and ran towards the boat, shouting happily. "Hurry up, babe! Show me what you got!" Terrence watched his wife, smiling as he thought. 'From the moment that my eyes fell on you, I have known that you are mine, Athena Stanford Adams. Even if you became Zenith Monroe, you are still bound to be mine...' *** THE END *** Kindly leave you reviews please.

He had given her similar kinds of painful treatments earlier. Anirudh brought out a small knife two cut those restraints. Looking at her bruised skin his blood boiled to skin Rishi alive. He held her hand to make him stand on her feet. She was exhausted and feeling tired with her aching body. Taking two steps forward holding Anirudh's hand she stumbled on her feet to give up. Sliding down his phone in his pocket, Anirudh placed one hand behind her back and the other back of her knees to carry her in his lap. She gave up on walking out of the dungeon. She shamelessly accepted his gesture being weak at that time. The game turned out to be a complicated one and she chose to quit at a certain le

She leaned against the trunk of a massive oak, her eyes glazed as she watched dust motes dance in the light. "We are not alone." Sloane drew his dagger. The shadows between the trees shifted. From the woods ahead, Balthazar stepped into the clearing. Vane and Kael flanked him. "Seeing you so helpless is good to see." Balthazar's jaundiced eyes scanned the tattered remains of Sloane's shirt greasy stains, charcoal, dried blood. "To think I was replaced by a dog who looks lost searching for a bone." Sloane did not move. He held up his right wrist. The golden Shackle glowed with an angry, rhythmic amber light.

“Depends, who’s asking.” The man tilted his head, studying me like I was something displayed in a shop window. “My lord requires your presence.” I let out a sharp laugh, though it sounded thinner than I liked. “Right. And I require another drink and a good lay, but you don’t see me dragging strangers off the street. Why don’t you run back to your lord and tell him I’m busy?” I stepped back, ready to turn the corner and leave this creep in the shadows where he belonged, but I didn’t make it two steps. A sharp, stunning blow slammed into the back of my head. The world lurched violently, my knees buckled, and I went down hard.

I don't know what I expected but it definitely wasn't him grinning—sharp, slightly extended canines flashing as his left cheek dimpled. “Now this is interesting.” He murmured breathlessly and I felt heat travel through my body and pool in the pit of my stomach. ******** JORDAN I watched amber coloured eyes flare—warm brown pupils dilating—as Shayla…well,Mazikeen,stared at me. I squinted, studying her as I felt her fiery energy curl around me then quickly withdraw. I'd felt it too as she stood behind me at that food stall the night before…that was why I thought she was one of my mother's minions.

“Speak, then. Tell me what disaster you have brought me this time.” I forced my trembling hands to still. “Ezra has been subdued, my lord.” The words seemed to hang in the air, disbelieved. He laughed. Quietly. Cruelly. “You lie.” “No, my lord.” I lifted my gaze, just enough for him to see my face, to read the conviction in my eyes. “He is bound. Collared. The immortal alpha king’s strength has been chained beneath my hand.” The laugh stopped. For a moment, the chamber was utterly silent, as though even the earth itself held its breath. Then he stepped closer. The faint scent of smoke and iron filled my nose.

Behind multiple barriers designed against unauthorized access, records confirmed predetermined judgments against eastern nobles, manufactured evidence supporting heretical accusations, calculated implementation regarding property seizure beyond religious necessity. The Shadow Knight extended transformed awareness through these barriers without requiring physical destruction, midnight substance flowing through protective measures with cosmic purpose beyond institutional limitation. The documentation within represented essential evidence supporting systematic correction through informed implementation beyond individual accountability. Archivists watched with institutional horror beyond persona

I demanded shakily. The Lord tilted his head slightly. “You ask about the child first instead of yourself.” I ignored him completely. “Where is my baby?” “Safe for now.” For now. The words made my blood run cold. I slowly tried moving backward only to realize chains wrapped tightly around my wrists. My heart dropped. The Lord watched my reaction with amusement. “You should not move too much,” he said calmly. “Your body is still weak after childbirth.” Hatred burned through me instantly. “You monster.”

“I didn’t ask for your prophecy or your stupid book or any of this! I'm not capable of causing any attacks!” Lord Tracon finally looks at me with a sneer. “There are no innocent powers,” he says. “Only controlled ones.” The screens zoom in again. There's a single page. Ink bleeds and rearranges itself, letters shifting into new lines. My breath catches. What- What is happening? That page was never like that. It was never even there. I remember it clearly. The torn edge. The missing corner. The vague warning that could have meant anything or nothing.