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I think I triggered something from her past. "I don't know how I'll feel Tomorrow (tomorrow) Tomorrow (tomorrow) And I, don't know what to say Tomorrow (tomorrow) Tomorrow is a different day It's always been up to you It's turning around, it's up to me I'm gonna do what I have to do Just don't..." "She's a good singer. How can she hide it with her silent voice?" Seah whisper. "Give me a little time Leave me alone a little while Maybe it's not too late

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

Soon, the neon lights of the club rose in the distance, and I walked onto the stage where the music and smoke acted as my only company. The stage stood waiting, bright and cruel, and as I climbed those steps, I thought of Mason's voice, of his words echoing in my head, "you're nothing but a fucking slut." And still, I danced, because she owned me. SELENE’S POV The fire burned low, shadows crawling across the walls like hungry hands, and my daughter Morgana sat beside me, her eyes shining with that restless greed that always reminded me too much of myself.

Kael’s voice is the last thing I hear, raw and desperate: “Selene, don’t you dare disappear on me ” And then everything goes white.

“We go in, extract Caine, and get out. No heroics.” Serena gave a tight nod, but her stomach twisted. Everything about this was wrong. They advanced through narrow passes, careful to stay low, every step sinking into black dust and gravel. When they reached the outer ring of the ritual site, Lyra and Kael peeled off to scout the edges. Mira began tracing quiet symbols into the air—camouflage sigils. Then they heard it. A slow, low chant. Dozens of voices murmuring in perfect unison. The sound crawled through the earth.

"I know, I—" She couldn't finish cause her throat was closing up. Just pressed her forehead to Lyra's shoulder and cried while Kaelin cried and somewhere Rhea was crying too. "I miss them." Kaelin's voice came out tiny. "I miss them so much and they're RIGHT here but they're not—they're NOT—" Serna's stomach lurched sudden, everything tilting sideways. "Oh shit." "What?" Rhea looked up. "Gonna be sick." Serna tried to stand, legs wouldn't work right. "Gonna—"

"Save your eyes From your tears When everything's unclear You'll be safe here From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears Wounded heart When the light disappears And when this world's insincere You'll be safe here When nobody hears you scream I'll scream with you You'll be safe here In my arms Through the long cold night Sleep tight You'll be safe here When no one understands I'll believe You'll be safe, You'll be safe You'll be safe here Put your heart in my hands You'll be safe here..." It was just right that when she finally stepped out of the shower, the son ended. From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears Wounded heart When the light disappears And when this world's insincere Yo

While other visitors clap for us, Krause is teary-eyed and smiles at us. The music suddenly turns to sweet melody as if a queen will enter soon. They shifted smoothly from Canon D to Crazier by Taylor Swift. I'd never gone with the wind Just let it flow Let it take me where it wants to go 'Til you opened the door And there's so much more I'd never seen it before I was trying to fly, but I couldn't find wings But you came along and you changed everything Kaley's younger sister appeared out of the ark, carrying a basket full of petals. She's tossing it around, and the event's best moment has arrived.

A log cracked. Sparks rose like dying stars. Her voice was wind: “Do I win?” Kael hesitated. Then: “Yes.” A breath. “But only if you kill her.” Sirelia. Sister in ruin. Reflection in reverse. Her final war. Seren’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t blink. “And if I don’t?” Kael’s shoulders slumped. His hands folded. His lips cracked. His eyes, so old, so tired, closed as if praying.

He pinned her against the headboard, but the music only grew louder, a chorus of siren’s laments that seemed to be exhaled by the very stone walls of the suite. Ayla’s mouth opened, but no scream came out. Instead, a physical resonance shook her frame - a pulse of raw ether that sent a stinging shockwave through Silas’s palms. It smelled of ozone and old, metallic blood. "What is this?" Silas hissed, his face inches from hers. "Who is playing that song?" Ayla’s lips moved, trembling. No sound emerged, but the shape of the word was a jagged blade in the air: Veil.