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Neither did he leave my hand in front of the guards. It seemed like my mysterious lover was no more mysterious to anyone now! But one thing was still nagging in my mind. 'Saira and Jacob? How could they work together without killing each other?' . The End So, finally, this book has come to an end. Last but not least, thank you so much, readers, who spent their precious time and money reading this book. Please do give the same love and support to my other books as well. Since English is not my first language, please forgive me for the mistakes.

Shuji said to Lixue. "Secret pathway that only we should know. We can't tell others. Dad trusts you, and I'm telling you this. If you bring a friend with you, you should let him pass. I'll tell you that too," Lixue said to Shuji, who was just listening to him. Lixue pressed the secret button, and something resembled the elevator. Lixue told Shuji the code just popped up. The wall opened, and the door became the same color as the wall.

he added. “Uhm, it’s okay.” Actually, everything has been alright for the past few weeks, but when I found out about the mysteries here in this apartment, I started feeling something I can’t name. I am scared, and at the same time, I’m curious to seek the truth behind this one. The mysteries are waiting for me to solve them, but I don’t know how to start and where. I didn’t have the leads. Wait. I do. That man.

As I placed it on top of my bed, my heart began racing with determination. I stretched out my hands towards the book and said as calmly as I could, "Quince!" One, two, five seconds ticked by, but there was no response, no clicking sound, not even a sign of the book unlocking. "What just happened?" I asked, my brows furrowed as I stared at it. After a while, I decided to try again. "Quince!" I spoke into the book, but there was still no response from the twin book. At that moment, the determination that had earlier settled in my heart began to unravel, giving way to desperation, and with every passing second, it intensified and threatened to overwhelm me.

As she passed the kitchen, she paused, glancing in without meaning to. “But it feels like real,” she murmured, narrowing her eyes. There was nothing out of place, no dirty dishes or lingering smells. But something felt different. Drawn by a sudden curiosity, she walked to the fridge and pulled the door open. She froze. It was full. Fresh vegetables, bottles of juice, eggs, cheese, Lucien’s favorite almond milk. Groceries she hadn’t bought. Her lips parted in disbelief. “It was true,” she said, a slow smile forming.

The idea of heating his own meal seemed preposterous. He put down the note and entered the kitchen. There, he saw the dishes on the table. They were neatly arranged in a compartmentalized lunchbox. What amused him the most was another note next to it. When he picked it up and read it, he could not quite explain how it made him feel. The note contained instructions on how to heat the meal, including steps like opening the microwave door, placing the lunchbox inside, and operating the microwave. Everything had been written out clearly.

They were certainly right. Given the weight of the book, I did not expect it to be only three entries, it looked like whoever wrote it had planned to write more but could not. I sigh in exasperation and tuck the book back into my bag all the while trying to figure stuff out. Someone wrote those entries for a reason, apparently hid it from prying eyes and made it only visible to one person — me. And now wants me to find him or her, only if I know who the hell the person is. How I fit into all of these happenings is still a mystery, but one thing I learned from my Mother was; a reader never shies away from a good mystery. What would my mother do if she was here? I had no idea but all I know is

I always thought that my aunt would bust through a door and tell me everything or I would bust through a door and demanded answers. “Well, I’m going to go look for Henry. I don’t like leaving him on his own with the vampires or anyone else anymore so..take as much time as you need,” she ended nicely. I nodded, my eyes glued to the cream ceiling. She shuffled around for a while and then left with a moment of hesitancy. As the door closed, I sat up on my bed and placed the book before me. ‘The mysteries of the Imperials’, it was titled. I inhaled deeply and decided that I wasn’t going to overthink it, I was going to have an open mind. I nodded to myself and turned the cover.

This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past. I spent hours in that quiet sanctuary, pouring over the pages of "Mastery of Magic." I took careful notes, practicing each technique as described. With every new lesson, I felt my powers grow a little stronger, a little more under my control. I knew that the journey ahead would be long, and that I still had much to learn. Yet, for the first time in weeks, hope shone through my doubts. Perhaps I could master my gifts, unravel the mystery of the Capris Coven, and finally take control of my destiny.

It rattled with dust, and she gasped when something hard fell off from the top shelf. “Oh, no!” Madison placed the telescope down and hurried over to pick up and return whatever it was but paused when she deemed it a large thick book. She blew on the casing and tilted her head in confusion at the words written on its front. The more she stared, the more she heard a voice beckoning her to open and look at its pages. She brushed her fingers against the lock and wondered if its key was nearby. She set it down on a table and dragged a chair to inspect the dresser. The girl probed around to find a key and blinked when she discovered it inside one of its drawers. She jumped down from her chair and