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Let's do this. Giselle gave him a confused look while Hyun was too proud of himself. This book was the work of the God of Love. He put everything that he found all these years on how to improve one's love. Giselle opened the book. She saw it one time but did not pay much attention. "I t... h a s... m o r e... t h e n.... t h o u s a n d... p a g e s. W e... c a n... r a n d o m l y... t r y.. o n e.. t h i n g.... e a c h... d a y."

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

She finally understood how important her mother had been to her. After the graduation ceremony, David rushed off to a hotel for a business meeting. He bowed and smiled, humbling himself for deals. Without Jasmine, every expense at home fell on his shoulders. After losing her, the only way he could numb the pain was to bury himself in endless work. His hair had gone mostly gray, but nothing he did could ease the anguish of losing Jasmine. Betty's college acceptance letter arrived. She had chosen a university as far away from home as possible. With that, only David would be left, alone in the house, facing the hollow silence that never left.

Back at the dorm, I made a quick bowl of instant noodles and sat down at my desk to start today's training. It wasn't until my eyes began to sting from the strain that I reluctantly closed my laptop. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a new notification. I unlocked it and saw that Hugo had posted something on his social media. [It's so great having you. Thanks for making me hangover soup when I drink too much.] The photo showed Luna in an apron, busy in the kitchen, bathed in soft lighting that gave it a warm, cozy feel.

From Dinda to Mona Mona crumpled the paper and threw it, crying hysterically. Then she threw the books that were lying on the bed unopened. After pouring out her frustration and disappointment, the girl fell asleep.

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

He read the line again quietly to himself. 'Yes,' he said. 'That is right.' — ✦ — She wrote her own vows at night, the same way she had written the research chapter — from the honest place, without trying to sound like anything other than herself. She wrote about surviving a fire and finding a cave and waking up with a one-eyed fox sitting on her chest judging her. She wrote about sword forms corrected with careful hands. She wrote about what it had felt like the first time someone listened to her with complete attention — how it had felt like drinking water after a long thirst, and how two years later it still felt exactly like that.

The knowledge arriving not as a thought but as a fact: he is mine. I had spent three years cataloguing everything I could find about the empire's power structure. The Aura cultivation hierarchy. The capital city of Valenor, its districts, its palace layout as described in a military treatise I'd traded two months of extra chores to borrow from the minor noble house where my aunt worked as a laundry woman. I had learned to read better than anyone in my family, better probably than Cook, better than most of the servants I'd grown up beside, because reading was the only method available to her and I needed to understand the world I was going to navigate. I had not told anyone about any of this.