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The black lingerie that was originally in the closet, I took after cleaning the body in the bathroom. The smell of soap residue so thick, a mixture of sandalwood and rose flowers so attached. Both my eyes looked at the lingerie in front of me; then I decided to wear it exactly at 21:00. I don't intend to leave the room after this anyway because the day has been full of activities, and tonight, I intend to go to bed early. Yes, all the lingerie fit me well. But the black color looks better and makes my skin look even fairer. I quickly put on the thigh-length outfit.

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

FOUR.4 I had enough chocolate cookies and wine at Courtney's place. She had forced me to eat them all and now I have a runny stomach. She wanted me to have tequila but I bluntly refused before I ended up in another sex escapade with a shadow here in New York. Courtney wanted me to spend the night but I had to leave. I have annoyed Mom a lot in the space of two days. I didn't tell Courtney about the cutie that has a resemblance with the shadow in Vegas, I wouldn't want her whining and awning in my ears like a cat.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

"And don't come back. If you value your life, leave this place and never return." The hunter scrambled to his feet, clutching his injured shoulder. He hesitated, eyes wide with disbelief, before turning and fleeing into the darkness. Selene watched him go, her heart pounding from the confrontation. With her arm still bleeding, Selene continued her journey to Ethan's palace. She moved stealthily, avoiding the guards and relying on her heightened senses to navigate the territory. As she approached the main entrance, she encountered an invisible barrier. The air shimmered with a faint, magical glow, a spell cast by the witches to protect the palace.

At night, she hears whispers in the water. On the third night, Evelyn sees a flickering light drifting down the river. She follows it—drawn by something she doesn’t understand—and finds a wooden boat with a burning lantern and an old journal inside. The pages are filled with entries from a woman named Alara who speaks of binding spells, river spirits, and a curse upon her bloodline. The last page is stained and unreadable

I want to remind him, but Granny already left the center of the circle, and she takes me back to the outskirts with her. “I guess I stepped in too fast, too,” Granny smirks at me, “The kid sees far.” Sees far? Of what? “The thing about Nightingale,” The stranger suddenly turns to Lilith, explaining with a warm smile as if taking a student to class, “they design the initials of their customized pieces if they only make one of them, and they leave that in random places.” Lilith blinks for a second before she gasps in shock and then looks down at her dress. She doesn’t see but when she turns the short collar inside out, I see “D.V” embroidered on it.

Then the first real strike landed. A soft letter slid beneath the gates of Nightfang Keep. No guards, no alarms, just a single sealed envelope, stamped with the mark of a neutral envoy that suggested obedience and compliance. Selene picked it up instinctively, breaking the seal. Her twin pulsed with excitement at what she read.

The maid made a gesture of silence to another maid. I stood at the door, dumbfounded. What were they just talking about? Did Ragnar’s fifth mate also see a female ghost at night? Did the ghost also demand the ring? And she was so terrified that she passed away on the spot? So everything I saw the previous night was real. Was there really a ghost haunting the Nightfang family?

I read it aloud, my voice trembling as the words filled the small room. "Grace, Ethan, Julian... If you are reading this, the Nightingale has fallen. The silence you feel is the sound of the Wolfe name finally being returned to the earth. I am the last of the old blood, and I have chosen to be the one who turns out the lights.