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He went home. End of Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

Without reading other chapters, Omega Yna opened Chapter 18 of the book The tittle of the chapter was boldly spelled out: THE CHOSEN ONE. Omega Yna exhaled and inhaled as she tried to calm her rapidly racing heart. She was scared to read the content of the chapter, she was scared to know the information that will either build her or destroy her. One could say that Omega Yna had the fear of the unknown, but to her this was bound to happen.

Or at least, the beginning of one. So she got on the train, heart pounding, hands shaking, and told herself that maybe, just maybe… This was the chapter where the silence broke.

But her fingers moved before her thoughts caught up. *She texted back*: *Where?* As she turned to grab her coat, guilt pressed into her chest like a weight. But curiosity-and something else, something darker-was stronger. She wasn't sure who to believe anymore. But she knew she was going. Sure! Here's the continuation: --- The warehouse was nearly abandoned, tucked behind rows of rusting fences and forgotten tracks. Alina stepped through the side door, her breath visible in the cold air. The place smelled of old oil and dust, but her heart pounded louder than her footsteps.

It landed in the ash. And wrote, in no one’s handwriting: VOLUME VIII: THE CITY’S HEART. The ground cracked. A red vein pulsed beneath the alley, beneath Brooklyn, beneath Manhattan. The city screamed. To be continued… Chapter 57 Elena Vasquez The city didn’t scream. It inhaled.

"That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood." She ground her heel into the red puddle, speaking with venom in every word. "I'd rather pour it out to water the flowers than give it to you." At that moment, Danielle felt her heart shatter, and even breathing became painful. The VIP room door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing Meghan and Taylor away from the chaos outside. Danielle stumbled back to Olivia's hospital room and cradled her cold body, tears falling onto her pale face. As despair slowly overwhelmed her, her phone screen lit up.

Sleep. The child smiled. “He can stay. But only if I get my place back.” I couldn't talk. “Welchen Platz?” The child looked right at my chest. Where the little hand was visible under my skin. And it whispered: “Your first heart.” Silence. One shot. Then another one. Not outside. Not from the sofa. From me. And suddenly I remembered. Not a child. Not to Noah. To the birth of Cael. Not in the hospital.

Stared at the ceiling and listened to the sound of my own heartbeat. Somewhere in this fortress, Lucien Black was waiting. And somewhere in my chest, something that felt terrifyingly like hope was beginning to bloom. End of Chapter Four.

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Book Two: The Green Dawn Chapter 218: The Heart Garden Something stirred beneath the world. Not beneath the forests. Not beneath the rivers. Deeper still. Far below the chamber of living roots... Far below even the First Rootkeeper's sanctuary... There was a place no one had entered since before the First Dawn. The Heart Garden. The smile that had awakened there was quiet. Almost imperceptible. Yet every living root felt it. The pulse traveled upward.

Eleanor interrupted. But Susan went on, “—because I’ve found a way to retain it. My heart is the heart of love, and extreme passion. A heart of hate, so death can have its way. A heart so invisible, yet felt, and yet, death. You didn’t think properly about this curse. I’ve learned it can’t be taken back. I didn’t have it the first time I faced Chadwick. I’m sure my mother had it, which is why you never really came face to face with her.” “She hates me.”