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Everyone leaned out of their seats a bit towards me, but I waved them off while clearing my throat. I know I just heard him wrong- Giovanni fucking Lombardi. As in Zane's pure enemy. Leader of the Sicilian mafia. What in the actual fuc— "I would ask if you need water but it kinda almost just killed you so-... are you okay?" Bubbles rambled and I just nodded while finally clearing up my throat. "You've gotta be shitting me. Giovanni fucking Lombardi." I scoffed while laughing in pure disbelief. They all looked at me as if I were crazy... which I am so I didn't take any offense.

primordial. The Obelisk Comes Into Action The room exploded into chaos as the obelisk pulsed furiously. More drones appeared, moving more quickly and synchronised than previously. "Take them out!" Damien roared and started shooting. "Focus on the obelisk!" Kyle yelled. "If we destroy it, we stop the signal!" The chamber shook as the obelisk's energy surged as we battled with all we had. A Perilous Disclosure The voice reappeared, colder and more threatening as the obelisk faltered.

Thinking about that, my eyes stung. With what little strength I had left, I turned and said to Jason, "You didn't keep your promise, but I kept pushing you away. I guess that makes us even." Life moved forward, one way or another. As soon as I finished, he suddenly buried his face in his hands. The sound of his crying leaked out from behind those hands. Ragged. Broken. His sobs echoed through the ancient and empty church, as if refusing to go away. I waited a long time, but he just couldn't stop.

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

Isabella's POV After we back to Switzerland, A strange phone keeps calling me. "Did you think hiding in Switzerland would keep you safe?" Sophia's hoarse voice crackled over the phone as Alexander and I landed in Zurich. "You destroyed my life, Isabella. Now it's your turn." The line went dead. "She's going to hit the exhibition," Alexander said grimly. "It's the last day. The biggest crowd." We rushed back to New York. The museum was teeming with people.

Whatever she’s hiding, she’s spending real money to keep it hidden. Damien stared at the message until the screen went dark. The necklace. He’d been trying not to think about it, but it kept circling back like a song stuck in his head. The pendant Seraphina had been wearing was a gold chain with a red gemstone. Not ruby. Something darker. Garnet, maybe. The setting was unusual, an asymmetric bezel with a tiny vine detail along the bail. He’d noticed it because it reminded him of— No. He got up from the chair so fast it rolled backward into the bookshelf. He crossed the room, opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet by the window, the one he kept locked, the one that held things he pretended d

As the leviathan’s charred remains sloughed off our hull, the Ninth Peak felt naked, a raw hunk of obsidian and iron exposed to the Architect’s final judgment. ​"The gravity shroud is empty!" Leo yelled, his hands flying over a dead console. "Elara, we have no shielding left. If that flare hits the obsidian, it won't just melt the stone. It will standardize the atoms. It will turn the entire University into a block of inert, silver glass!"

At first, she barely glanced at the papers I had set on the coffee table, asking offhandedly, "Honey, what's this? Some new project you need me to sign off on?" However, when she picked up the papers and saw 'Divorce Agreement' in bold at the top, her smile shattered. She recoiled as if burned, shot to her feet, and fixed me with a piercing gaze, her voice sharp with disbelief. "Zayden! What is this supposed to mean?!" "It means what it says." I settled into the couch across from her, my eyes icy, as if I were looking at a stranger. "Just sign it." "Why?! Is it because I was... It wasn't my fault! I'm the victim here!"

The question lingered in my mind: where did he even find the resources to throw such extravagant gatherings? Heading to the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water, mustering the courage to confront Edward. Returning to the room, I hurled the water at him, breaking the glass as it shattered on the floor. "What the hell!" he exclaimed, his gaze locking onto me. "Are you sober now?" I demanded, discarding the glass with a resonating crash. The women looked at me in shock, their expressions betraying a mix of fear and disbelief. Perhaps I was on the brink of insanity dealing with this fool.

INVISIBLE NO MORE It's Monday. It's Monday and for the first time in my life, I am dreading school. Everyone must have heard by now. I have no doubt. First, the nobody, AKA me,is chosen over the elites, by an elite like themselves. And now, they are returning to school. The Elite 4 that chose me, are returning to school. London Morse, Luke and Brendan O'Connor, and Ken Longstruum are returning to school. Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school.