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He should have paid more attention to the NPC’s dialogue to save him time figuring out how to obtain mushroom caps. “Come here!” he growled at the ridiculous puffball and readied his knives. === AN: If you read until this chapter and still have not left me a 5 star review on GN, you're not worthy of becoming part of my Tiny army (my reader fandom name).

I hugged Jeremy, after Riley pulled me in for his signature suffocating hug. "Wow...you look happy. Like... very happy." "Thank you! But you look tired, why? I thought crazy rich bachelor like you are living the life?" Riley said while sitting in front of me, and Jeremy to his side. "This player is being played at my own game Riley." "No freaking way! I never thought I'd see the day!" Jeremy chuckled beside him, but let us be while he was calling the waiter to order our lunch. "So...don't leave me in suspense do tell..." He demanded, while Jeremy shook his head smiling at him.

"You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..." I flip back to the first chapter, only to let out a dreamy sigh when I see the chapter is named "Meet cute." It immediately makes me feel a twinge of jealousy toward the main character. "I wish I could take your place, girl. If my instincts are correct, you're about to meet the man of your dreams and find your happily ever after with Mr. Frontpage Daddy." As I say those words, something odd happens. The page of the book lights up in gold, like that scene in the second Harry Potter movie. Only this time, there are whispers, and the ink disappears from every page of the

Hello, lovelies! I just want to give you all a heads up that the next chapter - CHAPTER 35.1 is entirely from Gamma Carlos' point of view. If you're NOT interested in his thoughts (or a little story about him), you can skip it and go directly to CHAPTER 36, where/and you will not miss anything. It picks up right after Chapter 35. However, if Gamma Carlos spikes your interest, feel free to dive in and enjoy Chapter 35.1. I'm sure he's worth it! ♡

Metal flew across the room violently. Everyone turned instantly. And standing inside the ruined entrance— Covered in blood and black tendrils— Was Elias. The massive creature staggered heavily into the chamber. Badly damaged. One arm nearly torn apart. Breathing ragged. But alive. And behind him— Slow footsteps echoed through the corridor. The Founder was coming.

“Bleed for her. That’s all you’ve ever been good for.” I set my stance, every muscle coiled. I would bleed. I would burn. I would break myself open if that’s what it took. Because Chloe was mine to protect. And I wasn’t losing her…not to shadows, not to Isabelle, not even to herself. … Perfect — we’ll stay in Elias’s POV for Chapter 37, so we can really lean into his breaking point: the raw physical fight, the dangerous intimacy with Chloe, and the way the double keeps weaponizing his past failures. I’ll push the romance tension harder here too — Elias protecting Chloe like his life depends on it, but also confessing pieces of what he’s never said aloud.

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️) Chapter eleven (11) Authoress pov 🤍 Jasper already pass out and his friends already rush to him and sprinkling water on him, while Natasha was shouting, going up and down.

Ignoring Nero who's following her. Elise found Alicia at the center part of the library. Elise smiled to see her but stopped in the middle. The back of the man standing next to Alicia is familiar. A vivid memory of Elise entering the room and eating cookies flashes to her instantly. Her heartbeat becomes abnormal and her body tremble unconsciously. Elise recalled the smell of blood. "Duke Molten" END OF CHAPTER 12…

Warning violence, swearing, and mentions of sexual assault in this chapter “I simply want what is mine,” Those six little words would normally have held no power over her, but when put together with that possessive gleam in his dark eyes they hung in the air as if they had been laced with a thick poison. Those six words had made the redhead’s stomach churn and when a porcelain plate with what looked to be a steak, roasted potato, and roasted vegetables was brought before her by her tormentor her mouth turned sour.

The raw heat off him burned right through my jeans. ​I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers pulling at the damp hair at the back of his head, dragging him down harder. The taste of blood touched my tongue where he bit my lip again, sharp and hot, but I didn't pull back. The months of running, the cold fear in hospital rooms, the rage over Sterling, it all broke inside me, turning into a rough, dark fire.