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“Then we don’t stay here.” He gestured toward the spiral staircase. “Up.” They climbed fast but carefully, metal steps clanging softly under their boots, slick with moisture. The staircase seemed endless, coiling upward like a vertebrae column into darkness. Every step echoed, magnified by the hollow tower, each sound a potential betrayal of their position. As they passed the first landing, lightning flashed through a narrow window, briefly illuminating the sea below—black, violent, endless. Lisa’s stomach tightened. There would be no gentle escape from this place.

I had no interest in listening to him any longer. “Didn’t you say your arm was gone? It looks perfectly intact to me.” As soon as I finished speaking, his other arm thudded to the ground as well. Amid his agonized screams, parts of his body were torn away piece by piece until he was reduced to nothing, executed in the cruelest way possible. With my vengeance complete, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled me. Queenie Aasen, who once cared for the world and acted with selfless righteousness, was gone.

The joy I received yesterday when Delilah leaked the photos through Rosaline’s social media account is what got me smiling so early in the morning. I slipped into a tailored cream dress, one that spoke of quiet authority without shouting for attention. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked out, my bag already packed with files I did not need. The truth was, my real purpose was not paperwork ,it was presence. I wanted to see Jackson’s empire shake under the weight of betrayal, to watch him squirm while his precious investors tore him apart. Well the handful of investors that were still with his company.

he blinks continuously, fighting to stay awake. "It's fine Bryne, I understand" I kiss his cheek and turn off the bed side lamp. "Goodnight Bryne" I don't care how I'd look like trying to do this but finding my rapist has always been what I wanted. If not for anything, I want to ask him why he took my virginity in that wicked way. I take my phone from the phone stand and search for how to go back to the same dream on G****e. I look at Bryne's face with the dim light coming from my screen, he looks so perfect, almost flawless in his sleep. I trace the tip of my fingers on his face, feeling his hard jaw and his handsome features

We sat like that for what might’ve been an hour, or a minute, or a pause stitched between history and invitation. Kehra broke the stillness first. > “I saw a fifth spiral.” > “There were four,” I said softly. She shook her head. > “Not before. Not after. Under.” Her gaze didn’t waver. > “It moved like it had never been watched before.” Kehra (interlude) They always want spirals to loop. To complete. To tidy themselves into closure. But spirals don’t believe in symmetry. They believe in descent. Descent means trust.

He walked back to his desk, his fingers rhythmically tapping the surface. Ashley's image surfaced in his mind—the woman who had been trampled by the pack's gossip yet kept her spine perfectly straight. She had her pride, her secrets, and her own gallery empire. She wasn't a weakling in need of saving; she was a prize worthy of a conquest.

She looked on her side, groping her phone that fell on the sofa. I bite my lips. Being too close with Blake, the addicting scent of his perfume must have stuck on my shirt... and hair. Wow! I should ask him next time what perfume he uses. It did really stick in my shirt and hair, probably even in the skin of my body. Tonight I will not change my shirt nor wash my hair. I wonder what magic he has, making me under his spell instead of mine. “Tara!! Stella snapped her fingers, but I was replaying our hot moments in the elevator. “Tara!” She cackled.

She turned, her gaze locked onto his as they stood shoulder to shoulder, scanning through the shelves. A nervous smile flickered on her lips, and Carlos's eyes squinted as he returned the gesture. “I found it!” Ivy suddenly exclaimed, holding a file in her hand. Carlos's smile lingered, his eyes never leaving Ivy's as he extended his hand to receive it. But instead of closing his fingers around it, he deliberately let it slip, watching as the content spilled on the ground. A sly, sinister grin momentarily appeared on his face, indicating his purposeful intent. Ivy was speechless, with no idea what was going on in Carlos's mind. Without waiting to be told, she crouched down, assembling the pa

she nodded as I shifted into my wolf and left. THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Spencer returned to the clearing with a few papers in his hand. “Alpha, I got it!” He stopped in front of Luna Victoria’s tent and handed Asher the papers, only to glance inside where Victoria was sitting, her legs pulled up to her chest, mumbling like she was in a trance. “Charles...Don’t do...Charles...Don’t...” “Alpha, no offense, but she might be having a nightmare and got scared—”

We claim. We anchor. And if that bond is formed with something outside our kind— It demands balance. Completion. And until it has it— It doesn’t settle. It doesn’t quiet. It doesn’t stop. My head tilts back slightly under the spray, water sliding over my skin as I let out a slow, controlled breath, forcing myself to think past the rising frustration, past the heat building beneath my skin, past the undeniable pull that is becoming more physical with every passing second. “This is ridiculous.”