Mateo’s Chapter 9
Lilith loved taking care of Gaiah. She never said it, but it was obvious in the way she moved the moment Caleb or Trent called — already reaching for her coat, already halfway to the […continue reading]
Lilith loved taking care of Gaiah. She never said it, but it was obvious in the way she moved the moment Caleb or Trent called — already reaching for her coat, already halfway to the […continue reading]
After visiting for a while, Mom finally stood from the couch, brushing her hands down her jeans the way she always did when she was trying to steady herself. She looked around the house one […continue reading]
The world was shifting again. With four Grand Masters active — Lilith, Vlad, Alina, and Janessa — the supernatural air felt charged, like the moment before a storm when the wind changes direction. Forgotten Hollow […continue reading]
A few nights after our “two to a coffin” adventure, my phone rang. I almost didn’t answer. Hardly anyone called me anymore — not on that phone, not from that world. But when I saw […continue reading]
Most days, I kept my jealousy under control. Lilith said I was doing better — and I believed her. The bond between us made everything sharper, but I was learning how to breathe through it, […continue reading]
Life in Forgotten Hollow settled into a rhythm that felt almost gentle. Lilith moved through her pregnancy with a quiet steadiness, her days shaped by meditation, rest, and the occasional soft smile when she thought […continue reading]
When he stepped back, his eyes flicked to Lilith. “You told him?” “Not everything,” she said. “But enough.” Caleb nodded, relieved. “Good. He needs to understand the landscape.” I frowned. “What landscape.” Lilith and Caleb […continue reading]
The transformation wasn’t dramatic the way I’d imagined. Lilith kept the curtains drawn tight, and for two days the house felt sealed off — just the two of us, the hum of the old pipes, […continue reading]
I didn’t mean to leave the house that first night.One minute I was pacing my room, the next I was outside, breathing cold air like it was the only thing keeping me upright. I walked […continue reading]
Mateo asked Nathalie to go to the Spice Festival with him the day after his birthday. He tried to sound casual about it, but I could hear the hope tucked into every word. She said […continue reading]
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