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Bound To You _ Jewell

EXCERPT✨ “Take off the towel and come here,” he commanded, his voice a rasp, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. His breath was too calm; he watched every deliberate slow step I took like a predator ready to catch his prey, and all my senses loved it. My body trembled in anticipation of being caught, of being his prey. To be devoured entirely by his love and more “happy ending?” I asked, my own voice sounding strange in my ears, his lips parted, curving into a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver racing down my spine, making my knees weaken as I stood there, the towel clutched loosely around my body. --------- I stood in the doorway, no longer breathing, no longer really inside my own body. My eyes felt too wide, too raw, too empty. Something cold crawled down my spine. My voice barely rose above a whisper. “Whose wedding?” Silence; thick enough to choke on. I stepped into the room, each movement slow, heavy, as if my heart had sunk into my stomach. “Damien. Alina.” My throat trembled. “Whose wedding?” Alina looked like she was about to cry. Her fingers shook as she picked up Damien’s phone. She pressed it into my hand with a trembling breath. “It’s Nathan.” The name punched the air out of me. My gaze dropped to the screen. A single headline stared back at me, brutally clear. Nathan Carter engaged to Claudia Ravensworth. Wedding in 8 weeks. A strangled gasp tore its way up my throat. The world blurred. My knees nearly buckled. My fingers clamped around the phone as if letting go would make it real. Heat rushed to my face; Cold crawled down my chest. Everything inside me cracked at once.
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The Unwritten path

In a world where Fate is written, every soul is bound to a Path. Follow the Path, perform its rituals, obey its rules—and you may ascend. Defy it, and madness, corruption, or death will claim you. Gods were born from these Paths. And every Path leads to a god. Caelum Vire was never meant to matter. A failed initiate, a nameless existence at the bottom of the world, he should have died quietly—another offering to a system that devours the weak. Instead, he uncovered a truth buried beneath Scripture and prophecy: The system does not grant power. It prepares vessels. Paths are not blessings. They are chains. Ascension is not salvation—it is possession. By surviving a forbidden ritual meant to erase him, Caelum becomes something the world has never seen: an anomaly. Neither chosen nor blessed, he walks an Unwritten Path, one that feeds on broken fate, dead gods, and stolen destinies. But freedom has a price. Every fragment of power he devours takes something in return—memories, emotions, pieces of his humanity. As he grows stronger, prophecy fails, seers go blind, and gods begin to watch. Hunted by inquisitors, manipulated by empires, tempted by outer beings that whisper from beyond reality, Caelum must decide what he is willing to sacrifice to remain free. Along his journey, allies will become enemies. Lovers will become weapons. Faith will rot. Truth will drive men mad. And as the world begins to fracture—Paths collapsing, gods awakening, fate itself unraveling—one question will echo across heaven and abyss alike: If the world is a story… who deserves to write its ending? This is not the tale of a hero. It is the chronicle of a man who chose to stand outside destiny— —and force the heavens to kneel.
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