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"Every actions come with consequences. You should know that. Not all things can be changed by admitting your fault nor saying sorry. This might be a small thing, but regard it as a flaw on your part. You didn't think ahead of time before doing something. And when you realize you made a mistake, you'll throw a fit expecting someone to lend a hand. Not all the time help is available." I was wordless. Nothing can be said about it because I knew he was right. But I felt a strike down to my soul. Since I came here, all I did was rely on them. "I will tell you one more time, this life form is called Madgie. They come by groups about thousands in every colony. They usually dwell in secluded place

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 7: The Crown's Return The processional began in the heart of the crystal palace, where morning light transformed corridors into rivers of living radiance. Xalara moved through passages she was still learning to navigate, surrounded by an entourage whose choreographed precision spoke of traditions maintained across centuries of exile.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

"Dammit!" Placing it on his inventory, he took out another to start up. His bit of anger changed the Archway to much. It would take him to the "Nightmare Palace" automatically. It still called for him to return. "Never going back there! To much crazy shit." Ren calmed himself. He starts drawing slowly from the top down. Reap System: But if your sister is involved, I take it you would want to get her to safety. "If it is my Eldest Sister, then yes. The others can all die for all I care. Maybe I am destined to have bad siblings. Especially since the ones here are shitty as well."

⸻ Someone older. Much older. 🌑 A young man with silver eyes. A calm smile. And a presence that made reality itself kneel. ✨ ⸻ The First Ilyaan had returned. 💀 ⸻ He looked directly at everyone. Then at the Architect. ⸻ And softly said: “You’ve been using my name for a very long time.” 😱😱😱 ⸻ End of Chapter 32 🖤 To Be Continued…

If you want to read it, you can see it on Goodnovel Academy on Facebook or here https://www.goodnovel.com/book/31000004780-263089 When I entered the seaside mansion, I tried to pull away from my thoughts from the earlier events and Kang Xianliang’s rude behaviour. After I saved him, he was nice to me, so I had forgotten his real self for a while and how unpleasant his personality was. It was my mistake to do it, and I would make sure not to forget ever again. Thinking about it would only ruin my Christmas Eve mood, which was unforgivable. I didn’t intend to look upset and grumpy when everyone else was happy.

TAKE ME, RUIN ME CHAPTER 25 CHAPTER 25. CENTER OF EVERYTHING ARIA'S POV I sit at the dining table, the steam from the meal Selena prepared rising to meet me. The food is wonderful—fragrant, perfectly spiced, and exactly the kind of comfort I should be craving—but the flavors feel dull on my tongue. My focus is elsewhere. My eyes keep drifting toward the living room, drawn like a magnet to the scene unfolding on the plush rug.

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PREVIEW Chapter 1: The House That Raised Us The sun caught the edges of the grand staircase, turning dust motes into slow arcs of suspended light. Arlo’s hands moved over the polished marble with meticulous care. Each stroke of the cloth was precise, deliberate because in this house, a mistake was more than a slip. It was a reminder of where he stood: the servant’s son, the invisible shadow in a world that belonged to others. He had learned early that the house’s rules extended beyond what was spoken. Every footstep, every glance, every breath had a place and a time. He pressed his palms harder against the rail, watching his reflection ripple in the shine.