Three The Perfect Number By Sealand Aria Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Do what you must. But if you drag my family into this any further, i might just betray you.” I let her leave. She was useful but not irreplaceable. But, I wasn’t ready to start a national war. Once the door shut, I tapped another code into the phone. This time around, a secure line. It rang twice. Then a voice answered, low and mechanical. “Status?” I stared out the window, watching the city pulse like a living thing beneath my feet. “Delphinium has been compromised,” I said. “But I have contingencies. Subject Thirty-One is still active. Find her. Eliminate her if necessary. And bring Skyla to me, alive.”

“Maybe that’s why I need you. You don’t let the chaos win.” She rolled her eyes, trying to deflect all the sweet praise from what he said. “You need me because I’m good at my job. Don’t make it personal.” “It already is,” Roman answered, his voice lower. The air moved between them, the lines she had boldy tried establishing blurring in ways she wasn’t ready to accept. "I am going to rest my head" Ava said closing her eyes immediately as she tried to ruin the weird tension. By morning, Ava’s phone buzzed with hundreds of messages. The article had gone viral, and the damage was spreading. Clara called first, her voice rigid.

Felicia said, leaning forward so that she could whisper into her ears. She pulled herself away from her Monalisa so that she could peer into her eyes. Monalisa shook her head slightly, peering back into her eyes, wondering if Felicia’s suggestion would work. She is tired of living and wishes to join her son already. “Trust me on this one, make sure to do something that would make him furious, Hamilton is not a human being and cannot control himself when he is furious so it is going to work,” Felicia said again and then started walking away, hoping that Monalisa would follow her and that she would succeed in making Hamilton furious.

And beside the throne— She was there. A second Elaria. The throne’s chosen version. Serene. Exquisite. Perfect. Her hair falling like spun light over her shoulders. Her eyes glowing with certainty she had never possessed. Her posture tall, regal, untouched by fear. The perfect Elaria turned and smiled at her. The world washed with warmth. “Don’t be afraid,” the perfect one whispered. “We share the same origin.” Elaria staggered back. “No—no, no—”

Cracked. “The Pillars of the Pact,” Thalen whispered in awe. “They said it was a myth…” “It’s real,” Aria said, stepping into the circle. “I can feel them… except one.” “The Thirteenth,” Kael muttered. “His has already fallen.” “No,” Aria said softly. “It’s sealed.” She stepped toward the broken pillar. As her hand hovered over it, the crystal in her palm pulsed—then sank into the stone like water through sand. The crack glowed briefly, then dimmed.

Liam’s POV: I loved how cute she looked; she is wonderful, but I don’t want to have so much effect on her, not because I don’t care about her but because I know she deserves to love herself. It’s known that ladies who always try to be perfect are the most insecure in the world, and that aligns with Aria; she can’t even believe she is fucking pretty. She extended her hand to me, asking for my phone, and I handed it to her; she typed in her number.

The doctor heaved quietly in relief. Hours later, when dawn broke through the stained-glass windows, Aria lay cradling three tiny bundles, two princes and one princess. Her eyes were heavy, her body trembling, but her heart was full. Sebastian sat beside her, brushing his fingers over the smallest child’s cheek. “Triplets,” he whispered, still disbelieving. “You carried three of them all this time?” Aria gave a tired laugh. “It is a surprise, I guess perhaps the Moon Goddess wants it to be a surprise as she didn't mention triplets.”

“You live because it was hidden. And now, because the seal weakens, the cost returns.” Killian snarled. “Say it plainly.” The presence turned toward him. “Your bond complicates matters.” Aria’s heart lurched. “Leave him out of this.” “We cannot,” it replied. “He is your anchor.” Riven stiffened. “And anchors can be—” “—cut,” the presence finished smoothly. Killian shifted, wolf pushing dangerously close to the surface. “Try.” The presence didn’t flinch. Instead, it turned back to Aria. “There are three paths.”

⸻ Because that meant— ⸻ she was still there. ⸻ Still human. ⸻ Still capable of something the system couldn’t control. ⸻ “…If I choose you,” she whispered, ⸻ “everything breaks.” ⸻ Lena didn’t look away. ⸻ “Then we fix it.” ⸻ Aria’s voice shook. ⸻ “…It won’t be perfect.” ⸻ Lena’s lips pressed together. ⸻ “It doesn’t have to be.” ⸻

Erica::"You are trying so hard to be a good mother to Ella you have nearly forgotten that you are also responsible to make yourself happy.Your life is equally important to me." Ariadne::"Why does everyone leave me ? "