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I’d seen it in her eyes, and I hope that look haunted him every single day since that fateful moment. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against Chaos’, feeling his hand lace through my hair pulling me closer, “You are the reason I know what love is,” his deep voice filtered through my ears, filling my body with warmth, “Veni, Vidi, Amavi,” Chaos whispered, “I came, I saw, I loved.” Those words felt like a promise. I repeated them over and over in my head. I was loved. His arms held me in a way that felt like home. Our bodies pressed together until our hearts beat in synchrony. Chaos’ warmth thawed the pain like melting ice.

Ava His gaze softens, and I notice a flicker in his eyes—something warm, something I didn't see coming. His lips form the tiniest smile, and my heart skips a beat. "Amore mio," he whispers, his voice heavy with feeling, "this is... this is the best news I've ever received..."

Ostana chuckled and pecked her mates cheek, one hand resting lovingly on her small baby bump. "And I call stupid," Emrys deadpanned back before pointing to the word written in dark black ink - Venimus. "Venimus," The word rolling off his tongue beautifully. "It means 'we got' in Latin," "We got?" Ostana chimed in. "Who's we and got what?"

he said. When the woman’s figure wanted to turn around, there was a voice that instructed her in both ears. “The love!” He heard a man screaming, a name he knew very well. “The love?” It is very clear in his ears if someone calls the name “Amor.” “Why is it, Na?” Ask her if she would beat Rihanna’s shoulder. “Look at it." "What is there here?” Ask Rihanna back. “It’s just bothering me,” he said. “Then the cave passed; keep looking at it here; it’s a cave samperin." He said, “Why do you say that?” and he said, “Where are you?”

Nosa drives a car at medium speed. Kaylila, who was sitting next to him, was also silent, engrossed in watching the scenery along the residential street. Red shoot trees are lined neatly and straight is nice to see. And for Kaylila it's a beauty that can't go unnoticed. Nosa glances at Kaylila who is engrossed in her own world. Then Nosa tuned the mp3 in his car, coincidentally his song John Legend with All of Me roared melodiously. Every now and then Kaylila moves her lips following the song's lyrics. Nosa who observed it smiled amused.

"I'm fine, Aven. Let's continue." But her determination was met with another fall, this time more pronounced. Aven reached out, his fingers brushing her arm. "Letharia, you're pushing yourself too hard." Her breaths came in quick gasps, and she shook her head, tears of frustration welling up. "I have to get this right." Aven's brows furrowed, worry etched across his features. "You're not well. We need to take a break." As he spoke, the music suddenly ceased, leaving them in silence. Aven looked around, his curiosity piqued. Then, the enchanting melody of Paganini's "La Campanella Op 7" began to play once more, filling the room with its hypnotic beauty.

I was reminded again, that how muscular his is, but not overly. If Brandon was surprised by of my bold act, he didn't show it or say anything about it. He just let me do whatever I was trying to do. It gave me courage to go on. I traced the words inked beautifully over his heart. For the first time I concentrated on reading the words- Amor Vincit omnia. Is it French? Or Spanish? I mentally noted to myself to G****e it later on. "Love conquer all." "Hmmm?", I asked, in daze, still tracing those cursive words.

“I will be waiting for you Amore, have a good rest.” Oh, I’m doomed. I thought to myself

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Riven stood silently in the corner now, watching. I lit the candles one by one, their flames flickering softly around the map I had laid out. Each candle pointed to a direction, north, south, east, and west. I whispered, voice low and steady, as I sprinkled the last of the powdered herbs over it: “Spiritus vincit tempus, Per lumen et umbra, Ostende mihi eam, Qui veritatem portat.” I closed my eyes and pressed both palms against the map, feeling the heat of the candles, the pulse of magic under my skin.