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I'm Seo-yeon Lee, an extraordinary twenty-two years old university student. Now, how do I begin? The dark truth about me. I was just at the tender age of sixteen years old when I hurt my friend or in other words, killed my friend. It was night, a dark night, a never ending night. I was afraid of myself. I couldn't believe in myself. I debated with myself for quite a very long time that whether all of these was true. Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth.

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful

For that reason, I want to push through as many chapters as I can by concentrating of that book for July 2025. As such, I will resume Dark Obession for the Rejected Luna in August 2025. Sadly, I tried to manage the two stories but I find it is severely affecting my health. I deeply appreciate the interest and support you've given me. Please know that I am not one to leave an unfinished story, therefore you have my committment that updates will begin soon. Therefore, I implore your patience as I take the time needed to return to this story with the creativity, time and energy that t deserves.

Ina had been born. The club lived. A universe of light and darkness, where sin ran rampant, and secrets were exchanged under bass beats. Music thudded off walls like a pulse, neon illuminating a dangerous sheen on bodies in motion to the rhythm of the night. Ina came, the heel of her shoe clicking against marble, and eyes following involuntarily without so much as a thought. Power. Freedom. Danger. She breathed it all. Tonight, she was not Lily. Tonight, she was better. She was unbeatable.

Then, someone suggested that Willow and Cameron take a love shot together. Cameron, a polished man in his thirties, simply smiled without a word. Those in power could take a passive role while the ones in service were expected to be more assertive. Amid Willow’s hesitation, her boss poured her a drink. “So Mr. Shuttle…” Willow extended her arm. Suddenly, the door to the private lounge opened, and a head poked in for a look. “Oops, wrong room.” Without a care for the people inside, the attendant apologized to the man behind him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Chester. My bad for getting the room number wrong.”

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“Or was that just your idea of a joke?” His strong jawline hardened. “There would be nothing remotely humorous about this, that I can assure you. And yes, I was referring to sexual intimacy. The part you would play would not be credible without it.” Oh, God, why was she actually standing here listening to this nonsense? Her oval face was set with distaste and rejection as her imagination ran absolutely rampant. Was he suggesting that she become some sort of business spy, sleeping with some competitor to gain information? An insane idea, but why else the secrecy?

I need to make an appointment with the nearest iStore so I can go there soon. Exactly at 13h00, the door opened up, and Uuka walked in. This guy is giving off gangster vibes straight. He's wearing a white vest with a gold chain and dark blue jeans with Jordan sneakers. His cap is worn backwards and has a matchstick in his mouth. He rubs together his hands as he walks to me. “Aweh sisi.” He sits on the table. I close my laptop already annoyed. “I'm not your sister until the DNA tests say so.” He just shakes his head and plays with the matchstick in his mouth.

He hadn’t wanted them involved. Thane stared at pictures sent to his email—his baby sister, Marlene, bent over for a dark-skinned guy who looked like trouble. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his laptop. The team couldn’t find any information on the boy; it was as if he didn’t exist. Thane’s frustration grew. “Marlene finds new ways to frustrate this family. Who is this troublemaker?” he asked, drinking water. He preferred water over alcohol. “Mr. President,” one assistant said, entering his office. “Inform the La Rosa kid I want to see him. News shouldn’t reach Dad or Caspian—they wouldn’t handle it lightly.” Thane nodded.