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He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

The safehouse hummed with restless energy, like a hive after someone kicked it. Valerie paced the living room, her boots scuffing the worn hardwood, while Esther methodically disassembled and cleaned her pistol at the kitchen table. The metallic *click-clack* parts echoed like a morbid lullaby. Dawson’s voice cut through the silence, his eyes glued to his laptop screen. “Julia’s meeting the Nightwind contact tonight. Warehouse district. Chelsea.” Ace leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. His posture was calm, but his jaw twitched. “She’s testing our reach. Let her.”

I didn't tell Courtney about the cutie that has a resemblance with the shadow in Vegas, I wouldn't want her whining and awning in my ears like a cat. The cutie had introduced himself as Lucas Vanowen. Vanowen….. Vanowen, I've heard of that name sometimes before but I wasn't certain about it. Lucas didn't say anything himself but mentioned something about Las Vegas. Well, I wasn't paying attention. I was crushing on his voice. The mention of Las Vegas, made my heart race. Could he be the stranger that took……? No, no he might just be someone else, people do look alike.

Chapter 4 – Into the Lion’s Den Jenna’s breath came in shallow bursts as she crouched behind a thick hedge at the edge of Nathan Vale’s sprawling estate. The night was thick with fog, a cold dampness clinging to her skin and chilling her bones. Every distant sound—the rustle of leaves, the soft footsteps of guards—felt amplified in the heavy silence. Beside her, Mara’s eyes scanned the perimeter, sharp and focused. “We don’t have much time,” she whispered. “Vale’s men rotate patrols every fifteen minutes. After that, there’s a narrow window.”

The night air in the Vale tasted of iron and frost, sharp enough to cut the throat. Silver & Vale’s great atrium—glass-walled and moon-lit—hummed with the restless energy of wolves and witches forced to share one fragile peace. Tables of carved obsidian gleamed like frozen lakes. Candles flickered inside crystal bowls, casting fractured light over banners of every allied pack. Tonight was meant to be a celebration of the Bloodmoon Accord, a final round of talks before the eclipse .

She wondered who it was for—a version of herself someplace downstream, or maybe Vale, if he one day grew curious about the mother who raised him with so little sentiment, so much raw belief. In the dead heat of Henbit Summer, a wolf was spotted on the edge of the city’s green ring. Not a child, not a boy, but a literal wolf, gray and rangy and collared in a way that suggested someone’s failed science project or an escape from the east end’s splicing pits. The Market feeds ran with it for days, some swearing that it stalked Vale’s path through the city, some saying it meant rebellion, some branding it a bad omen. Vale said nothing. But on the last night of the month, when she found him home f

PRESENT Nova The wind was cold, but I didn't move. I just stood on the balcony, leaning against the cold glass railing of my exclusive high-rise, watching the black ink of the night sky slowly bleed into a metallic gray. The glass of wine in my hand was long gone, the condensation leaving rings on the polished stone railing. I was Nova Vale, thirty years old, divorced, and standing on Billionaire's Row, exactly where Killian’s best friend always dreamed of being but could never afford.

The ground was blackened, as though scorched by some ancient fire, and the air hummed with an otherworldly energy. “We’re here,” Dominic said, his voice low. Kaela shivered, pulling her cloak tighter around her. “This place gives me the creeps.” “Stay close,” I said, my heart pounding as I stepped into the Vale. The air grew colder with each step, and shadows seemed to move at the edge of my vision, whispering secrets I couldn’t quite hear. “Do you think she’ll help us?” Kaela asked, her voice hushed. “She has to,” I said. “She’s our only chance.”

ONE NIGHT DEAL (One Night Love’s Book 2) Blurb: In order to find the truth about their son’s case and whereabouts, Freya and Jacob decided to make a ONE NIGHT DEAL. Pretense, denial, deception, and secret love. They planned a game, but what if fate also played with them? Can they win the game of love? Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity?

He just nodded. “Then I’ll be at the south gate at dawn,” he said. Elena blinked. “I said alone.” “And I said I’d be there,” Kael replied. “You don’t get to decide this one alone, Elena. Not anymore.” Elena wanted to argue. She didn’t. “Fine,” she said. “Dawn.” Kael smiled. “Dawn.” The Ash Vale was a scar on the land. Once a forest, now a stretch of blackened earth and twisted trees. Nothing grew here. Nothing lived here.