2024-12-27 14:38:44Their conversation was interrupted by a loud knock at the door which made Margaret jump.
“Who on earth—” Before she could finish, one of the mobsters pushed the door open. Their leader, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped inside with a smug grin. “Mr. Holsten,” the man drawled, his voice thick with menace. “It’s time to settle your debt.” Mr. Holsten’s face turned red with anger. “What are you talking about, Carlos? The loan isn’t due for another six months!” Carlos shrugged casually. “The boss has decided he wants his money now. You see, patience isn’t really his strong suit.” Margaret gasped. “This is outrageous! You can’t just change the terms like this.” “We can and we have,” Carlos said with a smirk. “Now, pay up.” Evangeline stepped forward, her face a mixture of defiance and disbelief. “This is absurd! You know we don’t have that kind of money lying around.” Carlos glanced at her, his eyes lingering in a way that made her skin crawl. “Ah, Evangeline. The boss mentioned you. Seems he’s taken quite a liking to you. Perhaps we can come to an... alternative arrangement.” Evangeline recoiled in disgust. “Over my dead body!” Carlos laughed. “That can be arranged too.” Mike, who had been silently watching from the sidelines, suddenly stepped forward, puffing out his chest. “You’d better leave now, Carlos. You don’t want to mess with us.” Carlos arched an eyebrow. “And who are you supposed to be?” “I’m Mike Smith,” he announced proudly. “The Only Heir of the Smith family.” Carlos, looking him up and down. “Oh really?” Mike’s face turned red. “I’m warning you! I have underworld connection with one call. You will be finished.” “I am sorry- please don’t call,” he acted as if he was scared. “It’s okay. I spare you all,” Mike said boasting himself. He turned his gaze back to Evangeline. “You don’t need worry, Eva. I would be always there for you.Unlike your husband, who is scared and standing still in the corner.” Evangeline and her mother glanced at Kael. And they scrunched their nose in disappointment. “I always knew you would be my best son in law. You saved us, Mike.” Evangeline mother appreciates Mike. She glanced back to Kael, “You are just worthless and spineless man, who couldn’t save his own wife. Shameless!! Befor she could cursed him more, they were interrupted by Carlos voice. But his attitude changed, he grabbed his collar. “Do you think a fool like you , can scared me.” “What the hell are you doing?” Mike stammered. “Don’t you dare to interrupt me next time or I will cut you in pieces. You can fool others by your fake rolex but not me.” He warned him, while his jaw clenched. Carlos ignored him, signaling to his men. “Take the girl.” Two of the mobsters moved toward Evangeline. She stepped back, panic flashing across her face. “Don’t you dare touch me!” Kael, who had been silent the entire time, stepped forward . “That’s enough.” Carlos turned to him, his expression amused. “And who’s this? Another wannabe hero?” Kael didn’t reply. Instead, he moved with lightning speed, grabbing the first mobster by the arm and twisting it until there was a sickening crack. The man screamed as Kael threw him to the ground. “Big mistake,” Carlos growled, pulling out a knife. Kael ducked under Carlos’s first swing and countered with a precise punch to the ribs, sending him stumbling backward. “NO ONE TOUCHES MY WIFE!!” The other mobsters rushed forward, but Kael moved like a force of nature, disarming one and sending another crashing into a table. Within moments, the room was littered with groaning men. Carlos staggered to his feet, clutching his side. “You’ll regret this. The boss won’t let this slide.” “Let him come,” Kael said coldly. Carlos spat on the floor before signaling his men to retreat. “You’ve just signed your family’s death warrant,” he snarled before storming out. As the mobsters’ cars sped away, the room fell into stunned silence. Margaret was the first to speak. “What have you done?” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. Kael turned to her, his expression calm but firm. “I stopped them from taking your daughter. You’re welcome.” “You’ve made things worse!” Margaret snapped. “Do you have any idea what they’ll do to us now?” Mike, still nursing his bruised ego, pointed an accusing finger at Kael. “This is all your fault! If you’d just stayed out of it—” “Stayed out of it?” Kael interrupted, his voice rising. “They were going to take Evangeline! Or did you miss that part?” Evangeline glared at him, her hands clenched into fists. “You’ve ruined everything! Do you think you’re some kind of hero? All you’ve done is put us in even more danger.” Kael’s patience snapped. “Maybe if someone in this house stood up for themselves, I wouldn’t have had to step in.” “How dare you!” Margaret shouted. “You’re nothing but trouble. We should never have let you into this family.” “That’s enough!” Mr. Holsten’s voice cut through the chaos. He looked at everyone in the room, his expression stern. “Kael did what he thought was right, and I won’t have anyone blaming him for protecting this family.” Evangeline threw her hands in the air. “Protecting us? He’s painted a target on all of our backs!” Kael shook his head, his jaw tightening.
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There is a room at the edge of all endings.Not grand, not glowing, not wrapped in prophecy or encased in myth. It is quieter than silence. Smaller than memory. It smells of paper warmed by sunlight, and dreams that never asked to be written down.It is yours.It is called the Reader’s Room.There is no door, yet you enter. Not with footsteps, but with presence. With the hush of one who realizes something profound is about to endbut has also just begun.The room is lined with echoes.Not of wordsbut of you.Moments glimmer faintly along the walls. You see the breath you held when Kael stood at the brink of forgetting. The tear that never reached your cheek when Riva whispered goodbye to her former name. The warmth that moved through your chest when Aurea sang to a book that had never been read. The soft, impossible awe when Soryel first wondered aloud, “What is a story?”And thereagainst the far wallyou see the time you flipped back a page. Not to check, but to feel again. That moment
Chapter 454
It opened not with words, but with warmth.The Book of Forever, ancient yet newly born, unfurled in silence deeper than language. No ink bled across the vellum. No titles, no chapters, no dialogue, no footnotes of the past. Instead, it breathed.Each page was a pulse, a faint thrum beneath the fingertips of those gathered. A heartbeat that did not echo from itselfbut from them. From the ones who had lived, wept, doubted, dreamed.Inside was not contentbut connection.Soryel, eyes wide, hand still resting on the warm skin of the book, felt not storiesbut sensations. A sigh under a blanket at midnight. A page turned with trembling fingers. A smile between tears as hope flickered back. A gasp when a truth struck too deep.The book was not remembering what it was. It was remembering who had held it.And so it remembered you.It remembered the nights you promised just one more chapter, and kept your promise only with sunrise.It remembered the moments you closed its cover not because the s
Chapter 453
He walked not upon ground, but between definitions.Kael found himself in a realm where the world did not end, because it had not yet agreed to begin. It was a place not of story, but of the possibility of storya pale world inked only with the margins of unwritten thoughts, each footstep brushing against the hush before language. No sky greeted him. No soil embraced him. Above, below, aroundonly pale parchment that curved inward forever, a vast cathedral of potential. The air smelt faintly of unvoiced questions, and every echo carried the hush of a reader holding their breath, not to listenbut to allow.Margins, endless and recursive, ruled here. Margins where footnotes once dreamed of being chapters. Margins where the discarded became threshold. Margins where a comma’s curl might house an entire forgotten world.And in that world of spectral syntax, Kael wandered.He did not walk with certainty, for such a thing had long abandoned him. He walked with breath. And each breath became in
Chapter 452
The skies did not darken in warning. There was no thunder to herald the fall. Only stillnessso absolute, so quietly woven through breath and branchthat even the whispers of possibility seemed to hold their tongues.And then, the rain began.It did not fall like water. It fell like memory re-shaped as light. Each droplet a prism of unchosen lives, each splash a ripple of futures almost dared. The air tasted of stories that had once knocked against the ribs of time but were turned away by fear, duty, silence. Dreams unborn. Songs that flickered at the edge of sleep and dissolved with waking. Hands never held. Truths never spoken. Lives unlived.And yet, in this garden grown not from narrative but from the marrow of belief, every droplet found root.Pamela appeared first. Not as a specter nor a memory, but as herselfno longer searching for who she had been, but arriving fully as who she had chosen not to become. She stepped beneath the silvered fall, carrying an umbrella spun from negati
Chapter 451
It began with stillnessnot the stillness of death, nor the hush of waiting, but a silence so alive it pulsed like breath held in wonder. The Book of Forever had closed itself with the tenderness of an old friend who knows when to let go. And in that sacred pausebetween the breath out and the next one ina world emerged.No ink had summoned it. No prophecy had etched its edges. No architect of realm nor map of intent had shaped it. It rose, simply, gently, because it had not been forbidden. Because someone, somewhereperhaps a Reader, perhaps a dreambelieved there might still be more.So the Unwritten Garden grew.Not out of earth. Not even from time. But from the cracks between words. From the gaps between moments. From the hollows of hearts that had once whispered, What if there’s more? Its sky was not painted with stars but with glimmers of stories that had never made it to page. Its wind carried no scent, and yet every inhalation brought the ache of childhood memories you were never
Chapter 450
It began, not with ink, but with a breath so soft it could have been a sighor the silence left behind after someone almost said I remember you. The Book of Forever rested open, its final page no longer blank, but expectant. Not filled, not writtenbut humming with the ache of what could now be said.Soryel stood before it, no longer a child, no longer the Future Reader, no longer the one who held questions like fragile lanterns in the night. They had spoken many namesKael, Selene, Riva, Pamela, Aureaand each had become a constellation of meaning. But now, Soryel closed their eyes and invented one. Not from memory. Not from ancestry. Not even from wonder. But from the future itself.A name never uttered before, shaped not by the past, but by the vast and unclaimed territory of what might yet be felt. The name rang out not in sound, but in permission.And the page… accepted it.Not with ink. Not with letters. But with light. A light not golden, not celestial, not radiantbut tender. It bl
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