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Claire was quite grateful to him for that act. The lady that stood with them was none other than Darla Roberts. The renowned blogger who specialized in celebrity gossip and scandal. Her blog, 'Daring' was the most read in all the country. She was well-known and most people tended to avoid having encounters with her to prevent their secrets being exposed. She could also resort to blackmail to get whatever she wanted. Claire knew that the moment she brought herself out to the public, there would be wolves ready to rip her to bits but she was prepared. She wouldn't let anyone bring her down or know her including the infamous Darla.

Thinking that all he is doing is for the good of the country. My hunger had suddenly gone, as l clenched my fists eager to get away from this irritating man. " Oh you offended. It's relatable that all this is brought upon you all just because you are born with a silver spoon." He continued as he circled around me there and there taking some strands of my hair in his hands feeling it's texture. I start to fidget wanting him away from me. "Sosuke sama here is the food." One of those ladies dressing in a fancy bright kimono announced as she bowed her head going down with her hair which was styled nicely.

One year quickly passed leaving tons of questions and dramas, the TV adaptation of the first book of the three-part series is finally shown and it's immediately trended on social media. "Congratulations, Ms. Cela! You are now a certified blockbuster writer," Hyun said. "Thank you but I'm hardly a blockbuster writer so please stop saying that. Also, I don't want to hear those compliments that may lead to more work," Cela joked. "Got that," Hyun said. "But now you have no reason to decline blind dates and speed dating."

I'm more excited than I am terrified to figure it all out. THE END

“Ah, no, I can't really drink. I–” “Please, just once. If you don't drink, I will think you haven't forgiven me” Georgina pouted, giving her puppy eyes look. Elissa released a breath. Georgina really was childish as Benjamin had said. Fine, she could manage one drink. One drink wouldn't harm her. She took the glass which Georgina offered and with a clank, she gulped the whole thing down. Bitter and tasteless! Why do people drink this? Her throat was burning as if she drank fire.

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Also referred to as the Demon's book, it was a massive tome, written thirty years ago by a priest who was said to have made a deal with the Devil to finish it. According to legend, the priest had been sentenced to be walled-up alive as punishment for breaking his vows. He promised the church that if they let him live, he would write a book that would contain all human knowledge - in a single day. To fulfill this promise, the priest sold his soul to the demon. The manuscript was extremely long, it appears to have been written by just one person over a relatively short period and covered a spell that only the supernatural could only open the book. Created using more than one sixty animal skins

Technically, the bar wasn’t even open in the middle of the afternoon, but since she owned the place, it didn’t really matter. "I’m not getting married anymore." I poured myself a full glass and downed it in one go. The burn of alcohol seared down my throat, and for a moment, my mind wavered. "Whoa, look at you. Such a rebel." Rebel? What did that even mean? "I saw his old chat logs with his friends." I stared at the ice cubes in my glass. The bar’s lights weren’t fully on yet, just the soft glow from the counter reflecting off the amber liquid, rippling like melted gold.

I gave him a weak smile, relief washing over me at the sight of him unharmed. “You did well,” the goddess murmured as she finished her healing. “Rest for a moment.” But I shook my head, urgency tightening my throat. “The book,” I said hoarsely. “The one Kia’s father mentioned. Something about a guide on how to train Kia's dormant powers. Do you know about it?” The goddess studied me for a moment before snapping her fingers. In an instant, a large, leathered book appeared in her grasp and she held it out to me.

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”