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Who still has time to blush and heartbeat? Liang Xia didn't feel like in idol novels. After listening to someone's voice, she can feel at ease in Barabala... Now she only feels more panicked than before, and her feet are kicking underwater. The hands that drag into Su Lixin's arm can't wait to dig into his flesh. It's not the romance of flesh and blood, you have me and you, but the fear that the other party will leave her behind.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Sure enough, it was gone. The image of him smiling at the clerk came to mind, along with the warm compliments about what a loving couple we were. That scene kept replaying in my head. I stood there in a daze, the bitterness in my chest slowly settling. I quietly told myself that maybe this was all just a one-sided crush on Serena's end. After dinner, Lucas suddenly set down his fork and said, "I have to work late tonight at the observatory. I need to observe a star that's quite rare."

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I can’t see anything that looks like a stun roar in the table of contents. “Luna Sera, if I may make a suggestion, it may be listed under a name like paralysis or immobilise.” Leola offers, careful to aim her suggestion to GeGe and not me directly. I read through the list again and see the term immobilisation. My eyes flick up to hers to a second, she gives me a small nod, she knows what’s in the book. I wonder can she read it too. “GeGe, is it only our bloodline that can read the book?” I link carefully, flicking my eyes back to the book then direct out loud. “Page one hundred and thirty-four.”

she said. Cassandra blinked. “It isn’t?” “No,” Celeste said. “This is Volume 1. You are ready to begin the next layer.” Aki frowned. “Next layer?” Rowan answered before Celeste could. “A volume two branch.” Riku’s brows lifted. “Already?” Celeste nodded. “The first grimoire proved the framework. The second volume will deepen it.” Cassandra looked between them all, clearly trying to process what that meant. Celeste stepped closer and lowered her voice enough that it felt almost personal, though everyone could still hear her.

Slate gave her a thankful smile and then said, “I won’t need to sleep long.” She returned the smile, and he sank down, rolling onto his side so he was looking away from her. Nya took a deep breath and tried not to stare at his muscular back. Soon, his breathing began to even out, and she knew he was asleep. Pulling her eyes away, she focused on the dancing flames of the fire and wondered if those soldiers of Beelzanborg defending the Heart of Magic had any idea what they were about to face. The flames that danced before her were created by magic, a magic the man sleeping next to her embodied. If he was given the opportunity, he could reduce every single one of the soldiers to the tiny pieces