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he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

' Yijun asked. She thought about it. 'I have already done it,' she said. 'Everything here is what I have done with it. The Reservoir. The students. The research. All of it started with a fire and a word and a girl who decided neither of those things would be the end of the story.' He looked at her with the open expression. 'No,' he said. 'They were not the end.' 'No,' she agreed. 'They were the beginning.' ✦ ✦ ✦

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

⸻ Then suddenly— The page burst into flames. The book screamed. ⸻ Reality screamed. ⸻ The sky cracked. ⸻ And the name vanished. ⸻ Gone. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Forever. ⸻ 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Last Message The burning page released one final sentence. ⸻ A sentence directed only at Ilyaan. ❤️ ⸻ The letters glowed brightly. ⸻ Then slowly faded. ⸻ “The answer was never a word.”

I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength. After what felt like forever, no rescue came. Only Thomas’ mocking voice, saying, “So, what now, babe? All the nearest rescue teams ran. They’re pulling the fire brigade from the city. “Even then, it’ll be at least half an hour. Might as well… keep racing? “Go for it. We’re all waiting to watch you cross the finish line.”

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

I pushed myself out of the bed dragging the duvet along with me and wrapping myself with it tightly. I glanced through the library till my eyes fell on a big book and I squinted at it. The back cover design caught my attention. I didn't bother to know what it was and picked it, pausing as I beheld the front cover. I sighed. It was a Bible. I shook my head and attempted to return it. But I paused. Wait a second..... Maybe it's not such a bad idea. There has to be something in the Bible to help with this current uncontrollable addiction i was developing for my stepdad.

Even the bishop, once warm and jovial, began requesting odd reports about Isabella’s daily activities. And Catherine—despite her physical absence—was ever-present. She had sent a parcel to the church. Inside was a book. No note. No name. Just the title embossed in gold: "The Altar We Burned." It was written in Isabella’s handwriting. But she had never written such a book. Arthur’s hands shook as he turned the pages. They detailed dreams Isabella had shared only with him. Secrets she hadn’t spoken aloud. The book was a threat.

Laughing, I took my phone out, snapped several photos of her, and uploaded them to my social media account. "Ma'am, I think it's pretty pathetic of you to be eating in someone else's apartment that you've been hogging. Since you're acting like such a greedy pig, I might as well turn this place into a pigsty for you!" Anna's mother trembled with rage. Even the bits of chicken that clung to her hair were shaking, making her look even more amusing. "Harrison, kick this insane woman out of the apartment right away!" However, Harrison ignored her furious cries and took my hand placatingly.