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mastershakeme
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I'd say so. Rory and Kieran had their own story as teenagers, this is their kids' story. Go back and it'll be a longer story lol, Just saying
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But did you read the first one 👀 I guess this is my take on fantasy, like a Harry Potter/Lord of the Rings mash-up lol!
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Oh thank you for the next chapter idea 😉
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Prince Trillion hated mornings in the royal wing. Not because they came early. He’d been dragged out of bed before sunrise often enough by Kieran’s training masters that his body usually woke before the bells anyway. No, what he hated was what mornings meant here: servants whispering beyond his doors, polished trays of untouched breakfast, pressed clothes laid out without being asked, and the stale, suffocating reminder that everyone in this castle expected something from him the moment he
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This shouldn’t be happening again. Kieran had thought that more than once over the last six months, but never with quite this much bitterness. The battlefield stretched below the eastern ridges of the fae realm, a scar of churned mud and broken stone beneath a bruised gray sky. Once, this valley had been a quiet approach to the outer forests leading toward the fae capital, all silver-leafed trees and untouched hills. Now it was torn open by trenches, scattered barricades, and the black
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Zereth has returned, and peace is over. Prince Trillion has spent his life defying the fate chosen for him. The kingdom expects him to accept the bond that ties him to Ember, the god-marked boy he’s meant to love—his cousin. But Trillion has never wanted a destiny he didn’t choose. Now war is rising, and a weapon is turning bonds into something deadly. They’re told to stay apart. To resist. But the closer danger draws, the harder that becomes. Because in a war built to break bonds, loving each other might destroy them—or save them.
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Yeah I feel you. I forgot Cliff and Hazel and had to go back and add them. Then I remembered I sent Sam upstairs and he's just up there... Existing... It's time. There's no more conflict. I'm just showing everyone off. Bye guys! Byeeeee!
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I'm so glad 🥰
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Thanks VBlew! I mean, duh! That proposal had to happen!
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Thank you so much! This comment honestly means a lot to me. It really touched me that you saw Shaun’s arc the way you did, and that the final chapters worked for you the way I hoped they would. I’ve spent a lot of time with these characters, so hearing that the story, the structure, and even the side characters connected with you like this is incredibly meaningful. Thank you for reading and for taking the time to write such a thoughtful comment!!!
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Four years later Shaun was home. The thought hit him somewhere between the airport and the city line, quiet and deep and almost absurd every time it came back around. Home. Not a hotel suite. Not a bus bunk. Not some backstage green room or borrowed condo or sterile overseas apartment with blackout curtains and bottled water and a fruit tray nobody touched. Home. He leaned back against the soft leather seat of the SUV and looked out the tinted window as Houston blurred past in exp
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Seriously, I'm ready to do Arcum 2. I'm struggling to stay on course and finish this!
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At least 20k 😂
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The epilogue is started. I've got one more cute idea 😂
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Brutal! Now I'm really curious 😂
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I figured it out!! No reply needed.
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Yes hopefully see you soon on a new-ish story!
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Man, you're always so tired when you comment. Guess I wore you out 😏 Thanks for reading. I'm certainly not done making up stories!
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So, I want to do a sequel of one of MY stories. I'm confused how to do this. I started a new story, but there was no option in the initial create a story to 'add sequel'. There's a green plus button on the story I want to make the sequel on and it says 'add to series' but it then says 'You don't have permission to add story'. I'm lost. What am I missing here?
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Yay! Thank you 😃 I'll keep it in mind 😂 but I think him storming off like a baby is pretty good.
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Haha same 😂😅
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By the time it was almost six-thirty, Gretchen’s house had settled into that strange, overfull calm that came right before everybody scattered. Ben had come back an hour ago with three bulging McDonald’s bags and four drink carriers of Coke, like fast food and sugar might somehow smooth out the porn disaster, the pregnancy reveal, Harry and Quinn’s fight, the entire week from hell. It hadn’t fixed anything, obviously. But it had helped. A little. Enough for the house to stop feeling like it
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Aww thank you for your play by play 😂 I feel the consensus on this one was "too normal" so... I definitely feel like this is at its end. I just wanted a future glimpse of the family group in the future, because I insist on HEA. I think after this is Arcum Dawns, the Arcum Nights sequel! It's been ready to take off for awhile, that story is waiting... I need a new sexually-tense adventure!
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I hope so! Sudden and upsetting stuff happened on Fri and kinda zapped me😅 i guess that's what I get for doing this to my characters. I hope I can just finish this
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Yup. They survived 😂 no casualties
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