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But I just shrug it off. “Daddy, what’s that huge tree?” Andre voice draws Carlton’s Attention from me. All eyes trails where he’s pointing at and there’s gigantic tree at a far end of the forest. Even as we are standing up on a wooden bridge it’s still so tall and has its branch sprouting out everywhere. The tree is so magnificent and would really get anyone bedazzled. The oak tree. “That’s the oak tree.” Carlton says and someone squeals beside Andre. Griffin. Then with his eyes widen in amazement he exclaims, “The royal tree of the forest!”

Its age was estimated to be hundreds of years, standing tall on their property long before Dana had moved in. But Sophia wanted to visit it with Albert. She refused to go alone. She had heard that oak trees were considered sacred. Wouldn’t it be lovely? Sophia also thought the tree could inspire her as she worked on her current novel. Her laptop sat open in front of her, yet she lacked the motivation to write. Her phone buzzed with a notification. Sophia eagerly grabbed it, her heart racing with anticipation, but her face fell upon seeing the sender’s name. It wasn’t who she had hoped for.

I harden immediately. "Will you fall back asleep if I suck you instead?” AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oopsy. She just wanted to surprise her man. Y'all trust in her is satisfying. PS- This book is now on Kobo, Amaaazon and Goodreads. Please I'll appreciate a review. If I request review again, kill cow for me. Thank you.

Alicia’s POV The oak tree was my sanctuary. The thick branches shaded me from the sun like a canopy, casting dappled patterns of light across the grass and my lap. My bare feet lay tucked on the velvet blanket I had laid out, while a young maid knelt dutifully beside me, massaging peppermint oil into my feet. Asides from dealing with my enemies I enjoy reading books, especially politics though. I didn’t acknowledge the maid, My mind was too deep in Niccolò Machiavelli’s The Prince.

##Chapter 043 ##Moon Blood The air inside Mama Oya’s den was thick with herbs, smoke, and something older—something that seemed to hum beneath my skin. The Appalachian night pressed close outside, the forest alive with cicadas and the distant howl of wolves, but here in this place, I felt as though the earth itself was holding its breath.

Mia whispered, waking from her shelter to run toward the ridge, her bare feet kicking up the white chalk dust of our boundary. "No, Mia," Xander said, kneeling to catch her in his arms, his brown eyes bright with a quiet, unforced triumph. "It’s not a library. It’s the First Page." The Shifting Ledger The chapter concluded as the copper-green tree reached the height of the ship’s mast, its canopy spreading over the basalt ridge like an umbrella of living bronze. The leaves didn't hold numbers; they held the shadows of the names we had crossed out in the longhouse—a permanent, beautiful memorial that didn't owe its value to an audit district.

of the forest. She actually grew up in the woods. Sometimes, she would read a good book in hand, sitting on a tree or on its foot rather than keeping herself locked behind her bedroom walls. For somehow, she had loved the forest. She loved everything about it. It's like a part of her soul which she'd never want to take away. Lost, she walked further into the woods even though she had no idea where she was going. Until at last, she found a tall good-looking tree. She sat on the foot of the tree and leaned her back against it. She opened her book and began to read. A few minutes after reading, she was already lost in the book. As always. "You shouldn't be here," a deep voice suddenly growled.

How am I going to get out of here? Suddenly rain starts to fall. The flaming garden around me is filled with life by the water falling from the sky. I look to my left and notice a large oak tree with the biggest leaves I have ever seen. It looks exactly like the oak tree on our property. I feel a strange pull towards it almost like this tree knows who I am. Before I have a chance to get to the tree, I am awoken with a startle, my heart pounding. I am drenched in sweat.

How many times had they put themselves in danger while I was too focused on war plans and elder meetings to notice? I stayed far enough back that they wouldn't hear me. Close enough to intervene if something went wrong. The trees grew thicker. The light grew dimmer. Shadows stretched long and dark across the forest floor. Still, the children kept running. Finally, they stopped. A massive oak tree loomed ahead. Ancient and gnarled. Its roots twisted up from the ground like frozen snakes. Its branches spread wide, blocking out what little remained of the evening sky. Carl and Karin dropped to their knees beneath it.

"Hey, give it back!" She went after the bird, which was soaring further into the wood. It took a while later for her to realize that she was deep inside the forest. When Cassandra looked up again, the owl was flying towards a very ancient-looking oak tree. The trunk was twisted as if it was made up of other trees woven together like hardened silk. "Oh my god, what kind of oak tree is this?" she gasped. The owl finally dropped her grocery bag to the ground and was now facing her with her golden eyes. It went on like that for a moment before Cassandra decided to retrieve her goods. But the owl squawked high and loud.