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Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance. "Hmph, You better do, or else I will never talk to you again," Midnight said to her. "Whatever you say, Night," Dr. Zithea said, obviously bored. That's right. These two are cousins. Dr. Zithea Hidalgo is one of the youngest doctors who graduated from Harvard University. She possesses many skills and talents, just like her cousin Midnight, but I think everyone who knows their family knows Midnight is a particular case.

Him and I are worth it. END

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“Today, Ithea has suffered a great loss. We've lost one of the best champions the kingdom has ever had. Rhaizen Gale's untimely death has caught us all off guard. We will honor him for his valor in combating the fearsome Trerth and defending the kingdom. I am eternally grateful for his service and unwavering love for this kingdom. But we must press on; the nation needs a new champion to defend us, and we have several exciting new candidates in the running.

"Whom do you want to conquer father? Me, your son?" Odhan asked with confusion. Assorthan looked at his ignorant son. His son did not know whom he wanted to conquer. The curse of Theodora is still fresh in his mind. He too noticed the land becoming dry and dead as soon as that brother and sister died that day. Assorthan knows in his heart that, her curse will come true. If it does, then no one will be able to help him. The poison will give him the power to become a hybrid. That poison gave him immense strength since the day she died.

He smiled like a patient parent “Blood sustains us. Allows us to walk in the sun – the vitamin D, you know” “I see. It's all about the D?” Sebastien barked a short laugh, shook his head and took a sip of his chai. “Oh” he looked surprised “Well, this is quite delicious. Very warming” I sat next to him at the bar and swivelled on the stool to face him. “So, you’re a vampire, there’s some king and an ongoing war? Oh, and people are dropping dead left right and centre?” He gave me a side-eye. “That would be the Cliff Notes version.” He said drily. “There’s no king – Rasmus was believed dead when his father died. He didn’t turn up for another ten years. By then his cousin had taken the throne.”

MATTEO RODRIGUEZ Matteo Rodriguez has just gotten back from his morning exercise. His body dripped of sweat and smelt of fresh leaves and of woods. He marched straight to the fridge and grabbed a sachet of packaged blood. He tore it open with one bite and gulped the whole content at a go. He wheezed out air and hissed noisily with a squeezed face. There was nothing better than drinking human blood.

Inviting Jason and his mate Thalia in, I politely asked her to take a seat. Thalia's presence brought a sense of calm to the room. Her confidence and poise were evident as she began to speak, elucidating the complexities surrounding Amara's true nature. I listened intently, absorbing each detail she shared, and it became clear that Amara was no ordinary wolf. She was a hybrid, a remarkable fusion of wolf and witch, destined for greatness if unbound appropriately.

“This month’s medication.” I stared at the bag without speaking. Jaime frowned at my lack of reaction. “What do you want?” I threw the bag back. “I do not need it anymore. Take it. I will not need it again.” Jaime paused and blinked her long eyelashes, surprised by my words. She knew I had risked my dignity and life to save my mother. She quickly recovered and scoffed. “Joseph, do not play games with me. I told you. Your mother killed my mother. You will suffer for the rest of your life.”