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” Margarette looked up in the clear sky and felt the warm of the sunlight touch her face, “But they failed Ellaine, they failed. Fortunately, Estelel didn’t die but became a tree.” She turned to Ellaine in time to see realization in her face, “Yes. Estelel became the Virsathen tree. The Creator and Fates honored her to become the tree that shall support the two worlds. Every year, high ranked creatures in their respective groups visit the Virsathen. It is a feast called Bronithe. For years, everyone thought that danger is over. But now..” “But now what?” Yntreia cried and Ellaine knew the baby can understand what they’re talking about.

He wasn't even planning to help me. Our attention was drawn to the sound of the door opening. Violet came in and practically ran to me, ignoring the other two people. She hugged me as gently as she could. "Thank God you're fine. I thought I'd lost you". She looked worried but I knew it was all a facade so I stared at her blankly till she started laughing. Behind her, Lucian rolled his eyes while Val raised his eyebrow at me. I shook my head at their expressions. "Vee, that's Val, Lucian's brother". I introduced him.

Very weird. * To Be Continued *

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Kyle rushed through his morning meetings and tidied up some stuff so that he wouldn't have to be back for a long time. He couldn't wait to get back to his little pain in the ass, princess. He touched his inside jacket pocket to make sure the box from Harry Winston was there and patted the packages on the seat next to him.

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

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No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.