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He looked at Elian. "I came back," he said. It was not a complicated sentence. It was simply the true one. "Yes," Elian said. "Not the same," Dante said. "Not the same person. But to the same place." "The pattern completes," Elian said quietly. "Yes," Dante said. Elian looked at the book in Dante's hands. "Buy it," he said. "It's a children's book," Dante said. "Buy it," Elian said. Dante looked at it. He looked at Elian.

END OF FLASHBACK Mrs Young, with the great eagle she had never gave up easily. The thought of Taylor disobeying her wishes made her even more furious. She gave out a heavily sigh, and walked into her two sons company, lost in her thoughts thinking of ways not to lose such influential business partners, It was almost like gambling with her life when ever she meant business.

Dragging my suitcase behind me, I walked slowly toward the security gate. In that moment, the part of me that had once sacrificed everything for Tucker finally broke free from the endless darkness that had held me captive. On my first day abroad, I sought out my former mentor, Earl Crowder. After a long-overdue conversation, he smiled warmly and said, "Willow, you're finally home." Encouraged by his words, I picked up my paintbrush once again and began to create. The years I had lost flowed through me, transforming into a quiet strength with every stroke of color. Each line I painted marked a step toward reclaiming who I truly was.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

Then, I drawled, "Now, why would I carry an antidote? Didn't you all insist this was just a fun little exercise?" Cedric, his face still flushed red from the burn, gritted his teeth. "Lucia Scott, are you seriously going to just watch us die? I swear I'll use every connection I have to ruin you once we land!" I smiled and unzipped my bag. However, I didn't take out an antidote. Instead, I pulled out a rigid document folder, slid out the certificate stamped with a gold seal, and flung it at his face. "World Health Organization Special Observer—Lucia Scott."

Now, I have turned those cinders into a blade. Bennett did not lose hope, desperate to hit back after losing everything. "You think you're the winner?" The email attachment showed my face crudely edited onto explicit images, with the backdrop of our family's hotel, sent to every young member of the prominent families.

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

"What else? I wish I had cooking necessities and equipments at our dormitory, I would have cooked my boredom away. I'm going to read my novels or watch some cooking lessons online." "I don't know how you do that sincerely. I can't read romance novels because I can't stand the steamy scenes. I'll be horny almost every time." She scrunched up her face. "You're so silly. I don't picture myself when reading, I just enjoy reading them generally making a fantasy of the characters in my head, I watch them enjoy it in my head." She chuckled. That soft chuckle, but it didn't make her face lit up as it always did when she cooked.