Shadows Of The Forgotten Time
Chapter 18
꧁༺ 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪 ༻꧂ /Author
Hii guys
꧁༺ 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪 ༻꧂ /Author
Let get started
Zephyrus Valtieri/Night Reaper/ML
It’s not about money, or power—not in the way you’re used to. It’s about time. The way it moves, the way it bends, the way it ties people together. Dorian wants to control the threads that connect everything.
Zaira Veyrin/FL
(stepping closer, her voice low and tense)And what does that have to do with us?
Zeph turns to face her, his expression grim.
Zephyrus Valtieri/Night Reaper/ML
Because our threads are tangled, Zaira. Every timeline, every version of reality—it always comes back to us.
Zaira Veyrin/FL
(scoffing)You expect me to believe this? That we’re somehow tied together by fate?
Zephyrus Valtieri/Night Reaper/ML
(his voice hard)You saw it, didn’t you? In the vault. The flashes, the memories.
Zaira hesitates, the images from the vault flashing in her mind again: her and Zeph in different times, different places, their lives colliding in passion and destruction. She clenches her fists, refusing to show weakness.
Zaira Veyrin/FL
(coldly)Even if I did, it doesn’t mean I believe you.
Zephyrus Valtieri/Night Reaper/ML
(stepping closer, his voice soft but dangerous)You don’t have to believe me. But you can’t deny that something’s pulling us together. And Dorian knows it. He’s been watching us, manipulating us, trying to twist the outcome in his favor.
Zaira Veyrin/FL
(narrowing her eyes)Why?
Zephyrus Valtieri/Night Reaper/ML
(grimly)Because every time we’re together, it ends the same way—with chaos, blood, and destruction. And this time, Dorian wants to make sure it’s final.
Zaira Veyrin/FL
(taking a step back, her voice rising)Then why don’t we just stay away from each other? Break the cycle.
Zephyrus Valtieri/Night Reaper/ML
(darkly amused)If only it were that simple.
Zaira Veyrin/FL
What’s stopping us?
Zephyrus Valtieri/Night Reaper/ML
(his gaze piercing)You are.
꧁༺ 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪 ༻꧂ /Author
Hope you all like the chapter
꧁༺ 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪 ༻꧂ /Author
See you soon till then
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