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Time overlapped. The little girl with braids became a grown woman, throwing herself into the same warm embrace. "Okay."

I shouted. "Yeah, I did good." She wiggled her hips, after that giving me a high-five. "What kind of book is it?" I grimoire,” my lips tugged downward. Her brown eyes were framed with white. "A grimoire, as in what witches use?" I nodded slowly. "Yeah." "Oh, my God. Shifters are real. Witches are real. That means...aliens are, too. Ah!" Her scream set my nerves on fire, and I growled, grappling her around the shoulders. "Get yourself together, Miss Vargas."

“What plan are you going on about?” I asked him “I was going to ally with the vampires and get them to turn me. Do you think I want to remain this old, with this saggy body?” “But, it would affect the balance, a witch and a vampire in one body, it would be a catastrophic situation”. I reasoned with him, but he wasn’t having any of it “Even if my plan wasn’t going to work. There was plan B, where my grandchildren would be hybrids and they would rule the world, but no you had to kill the one thing that was keeping me going.

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"I am looking forward seeing you guys getting to know each other more." Sharon nodded while her chest tightened as Isabella turned away. Davis, in the meantime, was in the living room staring at Ethan, who was now asleep on the couch. "What then is on your mind?" Seeing Davis's unfocused attitude, Peter asked Davis said fast, "Nothing." And smiled tight. But his head was whirling. Ethan's eye shapen and jaw curve were quite similar. Mary's earlier words kept coming back to him and he started to doubt everything. Sharon watched Davis watching and tightened her hand on E

my female best friend, Aurora, yells in my ear and I shake my head, letting the few strands of thick black curls that aren’t held back in my low ponytail fly all over the place. I can't slow down, if I do that the troubles I'm running from will swallow me up…and I don't want that. I don't want to think about it, I don't want to stress, I don't want to worry…I just want to dance the last night of my life away. The air seems to buzz around me with electrical pulses, and my head snaps up to find grey eyes watching me. “Oh…” I mutter and both Jayden and Aurora turn their heads to find what I'm looking at.

With forbidden knowledge. It was almost indecently thrilling. I pulled the nearest volume toward me and opened it. The pages were brittle, edges browned with age. The script was cramped but surprisingly elegant, some sections in fading ink, others in more recent, sharper strokes where later scribes had added notes. I scanned headings. “Pact of the Seven Rivers—Alpha Thorne of Redclaw and the Water‑Binder Witches.” “Blood Price of the Crescent War.” “On the Folly of Binding Wolves to Moon Sorcerers.”

I knew because I had been here for two days, reading. Learning. Amongst the trunk full of books Tessa had gotten for me I had been reading about witches and wolves. nothing new. Today I rummaged through the trunk and pulled out the thickest, black leather cover and the title unlike the rest. ‘Chronicles of the Abyssal eater’ Though it was in faded silver letters, I could see it perfectly. I took the book over towards the desk I had been sitting on and opened it. I could smell the old pages and the smell of mold made me scrunch up my nose.

She stood up and tried to whisk them off with her hands but her effort yielded no results – they flew out very fast before they could get caught. “What’s that?” I cleared my throat after asking. I nearly got choked in the throat. “Fireflies!” she replied. “Their light is too bright, and they fly zigzag. These can’t be normal fireflies.” “That’s nothing strange, grandma. These are just fireflies. You need not be superstitious all the time.”

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.