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I reached out and delicately retrieved it from the shelf, cradling it in my hands. A surge of anticipation coursed through my veins as I opened the book, its pages pristine and unmarred. The words within held the promise of hidden truths, a key to unlock the enigma that had consumed my thoughts. I read the title embossed in elegant lettering: "Tears of the Moon: Secrets Untold." My heart raced with excitement as I turned to the first page. The words danced before my eyes, weaving a narrative of forbidden knowledge and clandestine affairs. It spoke of a world beyond the ordinary, a realm where ancient forces converged and hidden battles waged under the pale light of the moon.

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

’ Stuart uttered sharply ‘What are you two busy talking about, what is it that I do not need to know?’ Lora asked casually Connie and Stuart looked at each other as panic hit them. Connie put in quickly, ‘Oh mom, you will blow the surprise if we tell you. It’s_________’ Stuart interjected ‘A surprise and it must stay like that until time.’ Stuart added, ‘Let’s go and have some fun.’ He spoke as he closed his laptop putting it in his backpack

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

His heart skipped a beat and he turned to look. In a pure white dress, like the lily bloomed in the crevice of a mountain facing the moon and with the same glow like the moon; like a blemish-free moon... There she is... my love, my Luna! His heart started to race and his chest went heavy. His eyes misted and his ears started to ring. I'm going to faint! ----- The bridal march started to play. Jacques stood rooted to the spot, panicked. Just then...

he paused midway when he thought crossed his mind, “Wait, is there a thing like black fire?” She lowered her gaze and hardly shook her head. “It’s a curse. If you accidentally wield a black fire, you have to control it no matter what. No other faeries from Erganiv must know about your peculiar attribute. Because that black thing will destroy you and every living thing you encounter.” Eleand just agreed. He felt too weak to argue. He suddenly sensed the heaviness of his eyelid. He dozed off again. When he woke up, he was lying on soft hay in the shadow of an enormous magnolia tree. It was full of pink flowers; other petals fell when the wind touched them and landed on his body.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Never could he imagine his life would turn upside down in the city of light and he would become someone wanted and loved by his fans. His dark past has always been a secret he buried deep in himself. Something between that period happened to Brandon which made him a man who he never wanted to become, And that mystery is yet to be revealed...

She's terrified to probe too deeply into the damage, afraid she'll find too much of herself missing, lost forever in that moment of catastrophic backlash. At last, after what feels like hours of walking through the suffocating darkness, she reaches the hidden crypt—an ancient tomb carved into the rocky heart of the forest where no casual hikers ever venture. Its entrance is masterfully disguised beneath a thick curtain of poisonous vines and centuries of strategic decay. She parts the vegetation with a practiced gesture and steps through the narrow opening, the air instantly colder by twenty degrees, heavier with the weight of forgotten secrets, smelling of iron, damp stone, and arcane ritua