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"You are charging me a hundred dollar an hour for this story." "I know that it's cheap." I let out a sigh. "I gave you a discount because we are close friends." Harvey rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his whiskey. The web novel 'Evil King's Consort is an Airhead?' is gone from the site as if it was never there. Other than two of us, everyone else has forgotten the existence of that book. Since most changes happened in the backstage of the book, he doesn't know much other than the ending.

Following her gaze, Shana grasped the situation but before she could strengthen herself, Vihaan hold her right wrist and pulling her again, spoke with a look Shana could not understand " You have my name tattooed on your heart?" ................................... Enjoy reading it :) Love to all <3

Revan drove his car towards the parking lot; thinking how he will introce himself to her when she clearly hate him. Shaina was just walking towards the door when something unexpected happened. x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x how was the chappy? you are welcome to express your thought in the comment section and please give her precious reviews. Happy Reading!

I growled, stepping into the room with my weapon leveled. ​Sienna froze. She looked at me, then at the blood on my hands, then at Leona standing at my shoulder—the "Vanilla Ghost" who had come back to haunt her. For a split second, I saw her try to flip the switch. She tried to be the seductive, "royal" wife one last time. She tried to use the only weapon she had ever really mastered.

BRING IT TO THE SHADOW MARKET AT MIDNIGHT, OR THE BATTERY WILL BE DRAINED TO ZERO. Verina looked down at the obsidian ring on her finger, the stone feeling like a piece of frozen fire, she realized then that the "Stolen Night" hadn't been about a contract, or a marriage, or even a corporate merger. It had been about a transfusion that was twenty years in the making, and she was the only one who could decide if the Vane legacy ended with a whimper or a world-shattering explosion.

“There’s one right here in Aldervolf!” “What? You?” “No, silly.” Shania took her phone and showed us a picture of an old bookshop. It looked familiar. “Here. Her name’s Vevila Callaghan and I’m telling you, she’s legit.” “How do you know?” a guy beside Shania asked. “Have you done this before?” “Princess Selina, a moment?” Patrick said, tapping my knee to get my attention. I didn’t get to hear Shania’s answer, but thinking about the idea that a pretty girl like her would d*rug some poor guy for his affection...

Sienna adjusted the collar of her blouse as she stood in front of the small group of women seated in folding chairs. A banner hung behind her, the freshly printed letters reading: Lucia Foundation – Hope Beyond the Shadows. Natalia stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, giving her an encouraging nod. “You’ve got this,” Natalia whispered. Sienna smiled, then took a breath and stepped forward. “Thank you all for coming today. I know how hard it can be to walk into a room like this. I’ve been where you are. Caught in a world that told me silence was survival.”

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

The same way he would hold me five years from now before killing me. "Let me go," I whispered. "Never." His lips brushed my temple, almost tender. "See you at the altar, darling." He released me and walked away, leaving me gasping against the door. My phone—the new one I grabbed—buzzed in my pocket. Marcus Zhao Capital. 2:00 PM tomorrow. Come alone. I did not remember sending any messages. But then I saw the draft folder, filled with texts I apparently wrote in my panic. Investment proposals. Business plans.

I say, pushing the final sheet, which now contains full sentences that I had been working on, towards her. She leans down, frowning as she reads the heading. This was a language long forgotten… and although there are still parts of the passage that are too damaged to read, or simply not fully readable, it makes sense overall. “Shadow Wraiths…” Her heart thunders as she scans the page. “Shadow wraiths are subspecies of the wraith family… What on earth… they don’t exist.” “Are you sure?” I ask, sitting back and looking up at her.