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“What do you know about dualism?” He leans in closer, frowning slightly. “Dualism?” He pauses, rubbing his chin slightly “It’s one of the oldest gifts… and the rarest too. So rare that a bearer usually needs the assistance of the moon priestess just to survive it.” His tone sharpens with curiosity. “Why?” I look up from the book, meeting his eyes. “Because I think I’m a step closer to understanding what the forest encounter was all about.” My gaze drifts back down to the drawings of the book in my hands—the strange, haunting images that now felt far too familiar.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

The chance to breathe again. Later that evening, after helping tuck the twins into bed and listening to Leo’s dramatic retelling of his dinosaur adventures, I finally retreated to my small but comfortable room. I changed into my pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed, replaying the events of my first day at Blackwood Enterprises.

It sends a message to readers in an artistic way, unveiling the part of the darkest secret of the mind, the evil intents, and the greed of an individual who experienced nothing but hardships in life. Moreover, the magic called love which can heal everything… for the purest love can bring light to everyone’s dark sides. Theoria~ Midnight Feast 2021 will be served soon…

I'm lucky enough if I woke up at five in the morning and leave at six, but I was striving too much that I sleep at quarter three in the morning and woke up at six. Good thing that death favors me more than anyone else. Staying late at night for my night shift and working in the morning. Death didn't even pay to visit me once. I waited for the other car to move for almost 15 minutes-- telling myself that I should be more patient, but the reality is my patience ain't long, I might lose my patience and start driving in the narrow spaces even tho I know it's dangerous. I took off my pink scooter helmet which is full of stickers.

I looked over at him. "Auntie, where is Jacob?" "You’ll meet him where we’re going." "What? Is he there in your land?" Auntie didn’t answer. As expected, it took us almost four hours to travel before we could finally enter the town proper. It was almost midnight, and we were getting close to the land that Auntie had talked about. Even though the dark moon hasn’t come yet, we are already feeling its weak effects. It only happens once every 25 years, so Jasper and I, who are both younger werewolves, are experiencing it for the first time.

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

They gradually walked back to the treehouse engaging in small talk As they approached the tree they said their good night. " I'll see you later " Zenith says to them as they did their group hugging. She was happy to be part of the group. She smiled as she went home. She groaned as she pushed her hair out of her face . "Why do I keep waking up at odd hours of the night" she sighs glancing at the clock that read 3:30 a.m.

The first Moon-born noticed immediately. “You’re becoming like us already.” Lira’s chest tightened painfully. “I don’t want to lose myself.” The woman’s expression softened. “That’s the cruelest part.” “What?” “You don’t lose yourself all at once.” Silence. “It happens piece by piece.” The wind across the battlefield suddenly changed. Colder. Sharper. The first Moon-born looked toward the crimson moon immediately. Her expression darkened. “Midnight.” The High Enforcer’s face tightened. “What happens at midnight?”

I question, curious to know about their traditions. “Well, not much? Sometimes the Alpha sends a team on a scouting mission,” replies the weaponsmith, “If some pup’s midnight ceremony is taking place, people flock over there. Normally, Midnight ceremonies are private affairs, but if you’re unfortunate enough to have yours on a full moon day then it becomes everybody’s business.” Carrie sounds especially unhappy when she mentions this, and Patrick confirms my thoughts, “Her Midnight Ceremony was on a full moon day.”