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Instead, I crawled to my straw bed near the grimy iron bars, burying my head in my makeshift pillow, unable to halt the flow of tears. The memory of the burning envelope haunted me, a cruel reminder of my lost opportunity to discover the truth about my parents, my past slipping away like smoke. "Aurora, are you alright?" a familiar voice inquired, accompanied by a comforting hand on my back. I brushed off the hand, not bothering to see who it belonged to, and squeezed my eyes shut. *** A lash of a whip struck my back, jolting me awake. The pain coursed through me, and I groaned, struggling to open my eyes. My dream had been of a twin. He looked like me, chestnut brown hair and all.

My thoughts ran wild with infinite possibilities, but one thing was sure—I had to confront this meeting, however uncomfortable I felt. Excitement bubbled within me at the thought of having a twin sister, someone who shared my blood, my origins. But beneath that excitement lurked an unsettling fear. This woman—Lilet—was dangerous. Rumors painted her as a ruthless leader, one who showed no mercy. Even as a woman, she wielded power with an iron fist, striking fear into the hearts of those under her rule. She was said to be unforgiving, punishing disobedience without hesitation. To the world, she was a figure of terror, a leader who commanded absolute loyalty through And now, I was about to meet

My mother speaks first, her authoritative voice somehow managing to remain gentle. “I have asked you here today to help us navigate this unprecedented situation,” she starts calmly, though I don’t miss the flash of concern in her expression. “Princess Maerilee has discovered that she has not one, but two potential Ones. This is unique, to say the least, and we are in need of your guidance.” The room falls silent, the council members exchanging looks of varying degrees of confusion and concern. Finally, one of them, a fae with a stern face and sharp eyes, clears his throat and speaks

Thank you to everyone who supported me, y'all are part of this success. FURTHER ANNOUNCEMENT: One In A Million will have its spin-off, Run. This one will show how the world works outside the facility during the time they were battling with the parasites and zombies. Lawrence and Georgia will be the lead characters here. I will write it soon, so, stay tuned! Live long, Mickeys!

Daxton pressed, “how many embryos were transferred?” Damien froze. “One,” he said slowly. “That’s what the report said.” Daxton’s gaze sharpened. “Reports lie. Biology doesn’t.” A chill crept up Damien’s spine. “You think—” Damien started. “I think,” Daxton said calmly, “that the woman you’re falling for did not abandon your child.” Damien’s breath left him. “You took one,” Daxton continued. “She gave birth to two.” The world tilted.

Let’s go. *** “What’s happening?” Don whispers to me. “How the hell would I know?” I respond. “It says this email belongs to a…” Justin trails off. The pixels are all distorted and the profile info is hard to make out. Justin hacked the old email, and it seems like we get a new clear pixel every 10 minutes. “S-” he starts, as one letter reveals itself. “i-” I pick up, as another letter materializes. “l-” Don says excitedly.

Thank the goddess for that. The WAP is bigger than I always imagined it would be. Or perhaps I never paid attention to the teacher at blood moon, knowing I would never get to go anyway. And the teacher explained to us that it is going to be quite the statement to have 2 females in their delegates. It’s rare to have 1 female participate, let alone 2. Millie and I grin at each other, before doing our signature handshake. With her, for the first time in my life, I don’t mind standing out.

Someone with more power than even the council had known. And just before midnight, a single encrypted message was sent from an untraceable terminal. Target compromised. Initiate Phase II.

Vance whispered, his low, sandpaper baritone cutting through the microphone audio like a heavy iron block. The entire ballroom went completely dead silent. The announcer froze on the stage, his gold gavel hovering inches above the wooden block, his eyes wide with absolute shock. Fifty million dollars was an astronomical amount—a sum that could buy an entire shipping subsidiary, spent casually on a single vintage watch just to flex a billionaire's financial muscle in front of the city's elite.

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