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Remembering that we were close friends before we decided to marry each other, I didn't expect us to be brothers-in-law now. "Okay, sorry, but can you please call Adam? I'm really begging you. If Adam isn't here, I'll probably be a name tomorrow," I pleaded. "Yes, Miss, I will call Mr. Adam." The woman walked away. As she disappeared behind the wall, I caught sight of a black car that had just pulled into the driveway. Shortly afterward, Gavin appeared to get out of the vehicle. I paused. How could that man have come so early? Seeing as I was already awake, could his next move be to kill me? No, I can't die here. I can't give my life to that man.

Lucian Vale liked the building best at night. During the day, Vale Productions was an organism—assistants moving like capillaries, executives pulsing with urgency, phones vibrating with other people’s crises. At night, it was honest. Empty corridors. Muted lights. Glass that reflected only intention. He stood in his office, jacket off, sleeves rolled to the forearm, city sprawled beneath him like a board he’d already learned how to win on. His phone buzzed. He didn’t look at it immediately.

“Crazy! Of course, I won’t do that. But I apologized for disturbing you. You should’ve told me that Vale will spend his dinner here. So, I didn’t ruin your moments together.” “You’re very supportive cousin indeed.” She threw another pillow. Shari rolled her eyes, “Lesson learned, private moments should be done in your room.” Einille heartily laughed. It wasn’t her fault that Vale was so hot, and she couldn’t control the fire inside her. THE mansion was hushed and still at this time of the night. Vale walked inside to check on his parents. They would be back in Canada tomorrow, so he decided to spend his time with them tonight since they were only here for a few days because of business matte

It is the only reason why his territory was the largest among the 4 Arc- Alpha, and why he was feared the most despite the many mysteries turned into myths about him. Perhaps I should appreciate the safety it brought being a pack under his rule, but that too evidently, came with a price. "Do you think we will survive a night there?" Vale asked, indicating she had long been awake. I glanced down at her with a soft sigh, "AMA said the Night Court is a big place. They'll probably have hundreds of slaves, we will never even see the Royal," I encouraged.

I had left Valerie alone for so long and I know she might be sacred something is out to happen to her but I have to assure her all is fine and no one will be able to harm her. Getting to the toom, I was Valerie already asleep. I didn't want to disturb her not now that I have an opportunity to have her sleep on my bed for a whole night in the packhouse which she feared a lot. Thanks to the little catastrophe with Mr. Dickiehead that made her find refuge in my hands. I trace my step to the wardrobe to have my pajamas on for the night but I heard her caught. Veda is unexpectedly awake, don't let her want to leave me for tonight I murmured under my voice begging an unknown god. In other to catch

New questions replace old ones. Yet the foundations beneath those challenges have changed. People now face them together. One morning, Vaelith wakes before sunrise and finds herself unable to return to sleep. The sanctuary remains quiet at that hour. Most residents are still resting. The archive halls sit nearly empty. Even the communications wing operates with reduced activity. She leaves her quarters and follows a familiar route toward one of the eastern overlooks. The mountain air feels cool against her skin. Below, darkness still covers much of the valley. Only scattered lights remain visible.

I typed: WHAT NAME? No answer. Instead: FIND 1212. The screen went dark. I looked at Lucian. "Vale Holdings." He nodded. "Not tonight." I opened my mouth. "That wasn't a command." I closed it. He continued. "It's almost two in the morning. Whoever is doing this knows where we are. We go back, secure 924, and enter Vale when we control the environment." I hated how reasonable that sounded. "Fine." His eyebrows rose. "Stop."

Clean. We dragged them into the shadows. I looked at him. “You still think I should’ve stayed home?” He didn’t answer. Just pressed a comm to his ear. “Rook, we’re inside. Two down. No visuals on the primary.” A crackle. Rook’s voice came through, barely audible. “He’s here. Just got eyes on Vale entering from the north dock. He’s not alone.” My spine went cold. Hale turned to me. “If you want out, this is the last door.”

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

: Night Watch Tuesday, October 6th, 2026 Albemarle County, Charlottesville, Virginia 2:00 am Silence surrounds the night; the air has a cold heart. No cars are roaming the streets or a person in sight. All of the stores are closed. The nearby neighbors are sound asleep. The sidewalks are filled with trash. Feral cats are fiddling around with the litter. Some cars are on the curb, including a Charlottesville Police Dodge Charger. Flashing lights of red, white, and blue are not on.