ManyWriters

  1 "Thalia Silverfang, has someone mistreated you?" My sibling's inquiry carried a hint of worry as he paused during our phone conversation. He must have detected something in my voice, but I tried to appear nonchalant. I put on a false cheerful expression, despite the anger threatening to overwhelm me. "No, everything's fine. I've just come to a conclusion—if marriage is inevitable, does the identity of my spouse really matter?" "Are you certain?" He persisted, his unease growing. "Thalia, if there's a problem, you can confide in me. What's behind this sudden eagerness to wed? You seemed reluctant before." Naturally

Love's Cruel Substitute, A Wolf's Heartbreak

The ruins of our once-secure sanctuary lay before me, causing my heart to constrict as I surveyed the chaos. Toppled furniture, strewn documents, and shattered glass crunched beneath my feet. My hands quivered, not from terror, but from an overwhelming sense of powerlessness that engulfed me.


I paced anxiously, desperately seeking my vanished comrades—the Obsidian Knights. My mind raced, searching for any clue to their whereabouts. Suddenly, the screens flickered on, their harsh light piercing the gloom. I spun around, my breath catching as the monitors displayed images of Daniel, Sue, Calix, Chlyrus, and Blake. Each was restrained, struggling against their bonds in separate, ominous chambers.


"What's going on?" I muttered, my voice unsteady.


A voice, silky and mocking, yet eerily familiar, resonated from the speakers.


"Identify yourself!" I demanded, eyes darting around for hidden cameras.


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