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She laughed awkwardly and replied, "This is just a romantic fantasy story. I am not crazy enough to rely on the impossible antics written in a fictional book." Viishaun simply rolled his eyes, then muttered, "Have You realized how many times you tried to escape the palace?" "That's because I fear you'll kill me if you come back to your senses." "So, are you telling me you're no longer afraid of me?" He closed the book and pierced her soul by staring at her. "Y-your excellency..." "Tsk! You're still afraid. Just what's so scary about me?"

Keep this in mind: People who are scared never make it to the finish line. As Violet finished reading, she felt an indescribable throbbing in her head. It was like someone was scratching the inside walls of her skull to come out. It didn't take her long to decipher that it was her wolf, Talia. She was inciting her to do it. "You think I can do this? But what if they catch me and hurt me? What if.... there's Ben out there? You know he's always trying to..." She looked down at the letter and trailed off, and there was this throbbing in her head again.

How did she get in here? "How did you get in here?" I quizzed in a calm voice, confused at the look of paranoia in her features. "What is it about this book? Why do you seem afraid?" "Because no one is allowed access to it except--" She stopped, probably realizing she was about to spill too much to another Alpha, more or less a stranger. I stepped closer to her. "Except who?" She didn't reply, instead backed into the glass door like a frightened mouse, her eyes wide and face ashen. I smelt her fear, raw and putrid. However, I saw that her gaze was still pinned onto the book.

“Isn’t that right?” They all chuckled behind their lace reason youfan in indignation. I met her gaze. “You can believe whatever you want to believe. Your opinion about me doesn’t affect me in the slightest. However, I do know one thing for sure. “And what is that?” “You are afraid.” The laughter dies, and Althea’s eyes harden. “What do you mean? I'm afraid? Of what exactly? Please do tell me.” “Me. It seems, for some reason, you are intimidated by me.”

I would even declare shamelessly that I'm not afraid of that psychopathic villain. However, things right now are different! I. AM. INDEED. AFRAID. OF THAT. PSYCHOPATHIC. VILLAIN. END OF CHAPTER 9

His eyes were brimming with gentleness and understanding, keeping me frozen in my place yet at ease and yet also terrified. “You’re afraid of something else, Olivia. And I think you’re afraid of you.”

Chapter: 42. ***** Rafa opened his eyes and looked around the room. He was alone, having sent his Betas away, he needed a moment to himself and to speak with Leon. Although, the call left him with a feeling of dread that won't leave even as he stared at the bookshelf holding the keys to the Book of Neer. Though he needed to be rushing over to check and be certain the Book lies safe, he couldn't find himself to get up from the bed. There is this feeling swirling around inside of him, the feeling of Fear and longing. It's not an emotion he can explain but it keeps him rooted on the bed in place as he stares at the bookshelf. He was afraid. Afraid of confirming the lingering truth already visib

After that, Charlie took the photocopy of the book out of his backpack, put it on the table, and said, "This is it, but I haven't read it yet." Vera glanced at the photocopied pages, nodded in understanding, and said, "Your parents' fates were completely altered because of the book. It's normal that you're not ready. If it were me, I might have burned the copies outright and never touched them for the rest of my life." Charlie, with a solemn expression, replied, "It's not that I'm unprepared. It's just that I'm a little scared." The word "scared" was something Charlie rarely admitted to.

Did Don Romano constantly monitor everyone inside his walls out of paranoia? Or was it Vlad, whose relentless observation had always seemed too intense, too personal? Or even Aurora, whose icy kindness is only a front for a more sinister, cunning plan? Violet moved with slow, deliberate caution, each step measured, each movement precise, driven by a desperate need to validate her fears, to face the invisible presence. She covered the list and the ledger with the threadbare rug and carefully put them back where they belonged, under the loose floorboard. Her resolve was strengthened by the fear that they would be found and that her father's secrets would end up in the wrong hands.