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But now, he was gone. And I was here. Alone. Again. I wrapped my arms around myself, moving toward the couch like my legs had forgotten how to work properly. Everything felt numb. My skin, my thoughts… even my heart. It was like something had been torn from me and left a gaping wound that no amount of logic could stitch back together.

“What, like a firefly?” “No. Like power. You walk into a room and people stop talking.” I hadn’t even noticed. --- I found the letter that morning. It wasn’t sealed. No name. Just folded and left on my desk. My mind first raced that Viktor had sent another letter but the energy this letter has was off so I knew it wasn't the one. I opened it. “I know who you are. I know what you are. Come alone. Dusk. No guards. Just you.”

He tells her and she pulls him into a hug again. “Be safe” She calls to him as he walks out of the door, letting out a small smile as stares at him. I just couldn’t help but think how good it must feel to have a grandma lie Hilda. I should call Auntie Claudia some time. She is the only family I have right now. I let out a deep sigh before getting back to work.

The area had no windows, and the walls were bare except for a couple of framed portraits, and bizarre tennis-ball-like dark spiders crawling everywhere. Diana saw the word “Fated One Welcome” at the hall, stitched in black thread-like on the wall presumably created by the spiders so she speculated they already knew who she was. Diana touched the satchel given to her by Cavin and sighed. The heirloom inside was nothing but an old codex, but when she touched it for the first time, it scorched her hands and suddenly it became something else, it was like a sword but not fully a sword. Like a cowboy whip but like a sword. With that confused thought, Diana jerked her head as if she wanted to laugh

Sophie Franklin. The only woman who has the power to bring me to my knees even if she doesn't realize it yet. Standing by the window, I quietly observe as the soft glow of daylight seeps into my room, illuminating everything that it touches. The view outside is breathtaking but I can barely acknowledge it as my attention is focused on something else... Or rather, someone else.

Damon smirked, "I'm the only exception. You... will fall for a casanova, Olivia." I scoffed, "You wish."

Lee asked. “I think it was in a restricted book that I read. I noticed that the book was within another book, no one must have read that book,” Anna said, as she shrugged her shoulder to show that it wasn’t anything really important. “Back to the earthquakes, did anything happen?” “Yes, after each of the earthquakes there was always an explosion at the same place. Each time it would be a girl that just arrived from another country. They will all say the same thing when translated to English, ‘I will wait for you my queen,’” Lee said.

Copyright All rights reserved. Under no circumstances will any part of this book be reproduced or used in any manner without permission from the copyright owner, except for the use of quotations in a book review. Disclaimer This book will contain strong languages and mature content, therfore if you not comfortable with this content please do not read any further. This book also has a very sexual structure so as said before if you are not comfortable reading this, do not read any further. Summary of In Just One Night Elijah Russo

I'm annoyed at myself for even thinking about this. "Are you ok?" He asks clearly sensing my uneasiness. "I don't know, I guess I just can't believe I'm only seeing it now. It's beautiful." I say honestly to him with a smile that I know doesn't quite reach my eyes. He looks at me and then at the ground before taking my hand to lead me inside. It's huge. So... him. Ezra is generally a minimalist so I'm not surprised that it's not over-furnished. It's sexy and tranquil. The perfect man-cave. Or man-mansion if you will.

clarified 61-year-old Valentina Geronimo who mistakenly dialed the agency instead of the orphanage. By the way, it's not a love story. It's something more profound than that. It's... something only we know. _______________________________________ I will be writing this story in honor of my late grandmother, Valentina. The setting and culture are Filipino-based but this will be written in English. I will give definitions as to the Filipino terms I have used. I hope you enjoy and learned something truly meaningful from here. ♡