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Still, because I had become used to the excruciating sensation of vervain, I chose to ignore that it was causing the skin on my hands to burn. I gave him a wink and replied, "That's for me to know and for you to never find out." This infuriates him even further since he quickly grabbed another book and began rereading it. "1775. Kurt Luke, accused of murder, was found dead by the creek. He was ripped to shreds. I've been to many different towns and heard stories about this. People are being murdered without any explanation. There is no evidence to support the case. They call it the Pearl. You never know who the victim is going to be, and you never know how they're going to die. One day, out

Quillion asks. Vesper sneered as she crossed her arms, “The bigger question is how sure are we that he could be trusted?” She pointed out while staring intently at Quillion. “We are at 90% sure about the Hunters as the evidence suggests their involvement. Someone made a mistake and used The Book of Sacrifices. An old book to derail everything not knowing that it will point us in the right direction as it was once owned by the Black Order. Whoever is behind the killings didn't know about the origin of the book and that's our advantage.” Velmont explains.

| Michael | "None of them gets the girl," Jackson trudged into the kitchen, a devastated look on his face. Samantha frowned in confusion as he sat down on the chair next to hers. "Who doesn't get the girl?" she asked him. "The...the...This book I was reading," he began, and I almost groaned, knowing what was to come. First, it was the omegaverse shit, and now no one gets the girl. Where does he even get these books?" I was reading Man Down, by that new author in your company. The Mafia Book. There are two guys who were once friends but drifted apart after they both became rivals. They meet the same girl, and unknowingly, she plays both of them. In the end, they fall in love and are about to

"In 10 minutes, there will be a fire in your room, controlled and untraceable, and as far as anyone will know, you died in it. "Your belongings have been replicated down to the last detail, the clothes, the watch, the cane, even the perfume on your collar. Your name is where it needs to be. The evidence will hold. Enough to convince anyone, and enough to make him grieve." I let out a slow breath. "Do it. Let's go." Five minutes later, flames engulfed my room. I sat in the back of the sedan, watching everything I'd known burn, and whispered to myself, "Goodbye, Domenico. We will never see each other again."

Everyone said Lewis valued me more than his own life, but at some point, things changed. After Quinn Turner returned from abroad, Lewis’s attention never seemed to leave her again. She mentioned she wanted sweets from the east side of the city, and he abandoned a banquet he was supposed to attend with me. She said she was afraid of staying alone in a hotel, and he drove there at two in the morning to keep her company. When I finally confronted him, all I got was his tired, resigned explanation. “I promised her parents I would take care of her for life. Eve, her parents are gone. Just let her have this, could you?”

I shivered. "What is a Hybrid Corpse Seeker," Rai asked fearfully. I jumped off my bed and asked him what he did with my book collection. He pointed to the closet and I headed inside of it searching for a very old grimoire. When I found the human skin bound book I carried it to him and sat on the mattress as I flipped through the delicate pages. Once I found what I was looking for I opened it wide and read the information out loud. Hybrid Corpse Seeker

There was also some other things with funny shapes ones I didn't even want to know where they went. I held the golden balls in my hand and wondered what they were for. Some of the things in here I have seen at th club and the others where just a mystery to me, I saw things I didn't even know existed. There was other things on the shelf below but I had seen enough. There was also a bookshelf with actual books in them. I took the first book I saw and read out the title, it was a book by Shayla Black called Wicked Ties. I had never even heard of the author. My phone vibrated in my pickets, I saw that it was Bradley.

My business flourished, and I busied myself in the store every single day. One day, Haley Turner came all the way from my hometown to inform me that Timothy had fallen into a drain and died after getting drunk. He'd been drinking heavily every single day prior to his death. As for Avery, she'd died from heavy blood loss after getting an abortion at an underground clinic. She had also lost the baby. I sighed when Haley told me all this. It really felt like Avery and Timothy were just suffering the consequences of their own actions. In the end, my store branched out across the nation, and I became the wealthiest person in Greenwood Vale.

"Vivienne, you look beautiful in a wedding dress. Shame you're not marrying me. But soon... you'll be mine alone." Ciel's face iced over. He stepped in front of me, smile sharp. "Mr. Hamilton, crashing the wedding—trying to steal my bride?" Stanley looked down, pulling something from his sleeve. Bloodshot eyes. Voice shaking. "Ciel Clementine, I've planted twenty pounds of explosives in here. If you don't let go of Vivienne, I'll blow this place in ten minutes—take everyone with us." Gasps and screams rippled through the guests, but the doors were already locked from the outside.

"Sebastian Smith, you're under arrest for Attempted Murder of an Unborn Child, a Class A felony, for intentionally attempting to kill the unborn child of Miss Darla Matthew. You're also charged with Attempted Murder in the First Degree, a Class A felony, for intentionally attempting to kill Miss Darla Matthew. Additionally, you're charged with Reckless Endangerment in the First Degree, a Class D felony, for engaging in conduct that created a grave risk of death to others during the shootout." The room fell silent, with gasps and shocked faces all around. But I felt a surge of joy, knowing justice was finally being served. Sebastian, however, was defiant. "What? What are you saying? This must