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It’s also very unlikely for me to walk back home. Skylar🌸: Oh alright. Sorry again for ditching you. Love you! Night boo. I smiled and typed back. Love you too! Night. I placed my phone on the bedside table and grabbed a book that I started reading yesterday. 'Before I Fall' by Lauren Oliver. At some point while reading, my eyes slowly gave up on me and I fell asleep in my dress and with the book in hand.

He turned to Norval and gave him one last chance to back out, knowing well enough that Norval would never take the offer. “Before I finish this, I have one more question to ask you. How could you anticipate all of my attacks? Did you employ some sort of elixir that enabled you to read my thoughts?” He inquired. Norval was speechless, his hand twitching a little as he stared blankly. “Well, since I can't use it anymore, I might as well tell you,” he ultimately concluded." You see, I've read the full text of the Yulcites' Holy Book, which you all employ as a grimoire. I'm aware that the book is divided into six chapters, each of which is based on natural components. The first chapter deals wit

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Euphenia asked inquisitively, "Is that the scroll page from the Numenopus, the book of the Old Gods?" Rhain, "No idea about any book. What do you mean?" Euphenia, "This is a missing page from the Numenopus. It is fabled to be kept somewhere in Lunaveria. The book has the history of the Bracelet and other rituals which were practiced by the old Gods. They were powerful practices and thus were forbidden by others. Serkhet stole that page from the book to take control of the Bracelet. After her fall the book was handed over to the werewolf king and since then it has been guarded by them. Being your natural enemy Lunaveria guards the book against falling into the hands of the vampires."

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