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He shrugged, his own concentration stuck on the book. He was curious as well as I was. Finally, I gave the book a long scrutinizing look, turning it this way and that all the while buying Neilla time. It was a book alright, one without a way to view its content. It had a vial like structure fixed into the hard cover on the front. In that vial was blood slushing as I moved the book about. It was off-putting in every way including the foul odor emanating from it. I flicked at the cover with my middle finger, raising my eyes in surprise when Sapphira flinched.

If this humble book made you happy, sad, scared, or any other feelings even just for a second or if it taught you anything in life just a little bit, then it has served its purpose. SILENT CRY....now signing off. 💖

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

“This holds all the answers, El. Well – we think it does, anyway. If this is right – if what it says in here is true – then I think I know what kind of supernatural entity we’re dealing with.” “And you decided not to lead with that?” I asked, somewhere between aghast and amused. He gave an embarrassed half-shrug, his eyes dropping to the book’s worn cover. It was bound in a faded blue cover, and it looked as though it had been well thumbed over the years. There were corners that had been dog-eared, folded over to mark the reader’s place, and there was a large ring-shaped coffee stain on the front cover. “Sorry,” he muttered. I ran my fingers up his arm, a soft, trailing touch that spoke of s

At that point, I just switched my phone off, no longer having any energy to reply. Meanwhile, the doctor helped me into the consultation room with my medical report in hand. Shaking his head, he said, "Your condition is still quite bad, Miss Palmer. You have to be mentally prepared. Don't let your emotions get too intense, or else you'll…" I smiled and nodded lightly at the doctor as I shoved a handful of pills in my mouth. "Yes, I understand. I've been using this artificial heart for years now, after all." Six years ago, Scott and I went overseas on vacation. However, enemies of his family had set an ambush in advance, and the two of us got kidnapped.

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

The silence wrapped around the room as I stared at the box in my lap, my body shaking with excitement. I had waited all the way back to my room, making wild guesses about Cassian's first gift for me. So, without any further delay, I carefully untied the cord with trembling fingers, smoothing the soft linen cloth aside. The paper rustled quietly as I unfolded it, my heart racing with every single movement. Something small and elegant rested inside the box, sleek and black, the kind I had only seen in shop windows from afar, far away. My breath hitched as I lifted the lid, and my world went still, the time freezing itself.

The house felt wrong the moment I stepped inside. Too quiet. Not the peaceful kind. This silence pressed against my skull, heavy and suffocating, as if it knew the truth I had just learned. I shut the door behind me and loosened my tie, my fingers trembling. The words from Dr. Ramores echoed in my mind. 0% match. I walked further in, shoes clicking against the marble floor, until the faint sound of a cartoon caught my attention. Pedro.

📖 ⸻ Unlike every other book… It had no title. ⸻ No author. ⸻ No pages visible. ⸻ Only a black cover. ⸻ The moment Ilyaan saw it… Pain exploded through his mind. ⚡💥⚡ ⸻ Memories flooded his soul. ⸻ The Silent Sea. ⸻ The First War. ⸻ Auren. ⸻ The Second Dreamer. ⸻ And someone else. ⸻ Someone completely forgotten. ⸻

Cassian snapped, though his voice dropped slightly. Selene walked back to her desk and glanced down at her cell phone, which was sitting face-down right next to her laptop. Reaching out, she turned it over and tapped the screen. The screen lit up with a long list of missed calls from Cassian and his marketing staff. At the very top, the small icon of a slashed bell showed that the phone was still set to total silence. She had turned the volume off two hours ago, wanting to drown out every single thought of him with work.