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Reed POV(Flashback)Beep. Beep. Beep. I woke up to the sound of my alarm, 6AM. I had an hour before Matteo came to get me for school. Matteo and I go way back. We've been friends since first grade, ever since Bobby Keegan dumped his chocolate milk over Matteo's head and then I stepped on Bobby's foot and he cried. After that Matteo thought I was the coolest kid ever. I mean what other first grader would do that right?I rolled out of my bed and turned on the shower. The warm water ran over my body and I slowly began to wake up.Mia, Sylvie, and I finished our breakfast. Sylvie and I took turns taking showers and getting ready to leave. Mia decided to stay home and work on some songs. I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom and shook the water out of my hair. Sylvie looked up at me and her eyes widened when she noticed I was only wrapped in a towel."Oh, s-s-sorry, do you want me to leave?" She was stuttering."No, everything is OK. I'll just grab some clothing and go to the
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Third-person perspectiveReed inhaled deeply and blinked open his eyes wide, remembering his last experience with the Lizard. He had to go through a lot of pain."Please, Reed, take a deep breath gently," Matteo cautioned. He found himself in a guest house room after a quick search. Reed inhaled deeply and reached across the table for a glass of water."The graveyard sweeper brought you here," Matteo grumbled. Matteo sighed deeply. When Matteo witnessed his best friend's wounds, he was devastated. Reed took a step down from the and his skin was sliced by the window glass, yet he didn't have a crease of suffering on his face."Can you tell me what you're doing?""I am really dissatisfied with myself.""But why is that? You've already done so much for us, haven't you?""I haven't done anything at all. And the rite was not completed.""No, you've completed your side projects, but I failed the ceremony, allowing the witch to flee the house. You would not have been wounded if I had not cea
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Third Person POVMatteo entered the dungeon's left route, which was lined with green branches and stems, and as he moved deeper into the road, he noticed a woman with long nails, protruding eyes, curled black hair, a scarlet robe, a ruby necklace around her neck, and a black stick with a skull on its head."Greetings, Matteo. My name is the Dungeon witch spirit, and I am your examiner." I'd put you to the test by posing three separate questions to you. "The first two would be riddles, and the third would be a choice between two possibilities," she stated with a smile. She tapped the skull of her stick with her index finger. He was examining her looks when she spoke up in the middle of his thoughts. "You may gaze me later, Matteo," she said, her eyes rolling in a circular motion. Though she was amusing, her features sent shivers down his spine."Should we begin?" she asked, raising her brows and focusing her pinner gaze on him. Matteo responded with a nod of his head, his gaze falling
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Third Person POVSylvie's physique was deteriorating and her hair was going grey as she approached death. Her parents were becoming increasingly concerned about their daughter's survival. While they were sitting on the corridor beach, Reed, Matteo, and Professor Beth came sprinting towards them."How is she, Peter?" Matteo inquired of Sylvie's father. As a powerless father, he stood from his chair, suppressing his frustration."What will she be like? Despite my caution, you two met and continued your relationship. Her skin is beginning to sag, and her hair is beginning to grey "With agony in his voice, he said. Matteo was disgusted with himself and pressed his eyes to the ground. If he had been in his place, he would not have known how to respond to a father.He would have loathed and cursed him then as well. They switched their sight to the window where Sylvie could be seen. Her chest rose and fell quickly, as if she was having trouble breathing. "What is going on with her?" Matteo
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Third Person POV "Have this coffee, Matteo," Reed said, handing Matteo a cup of coffee. He was sitting by Sylvie's side, clutching her hand. Matteo's gaze switched from Sylvie to Reed, and he snatched the cup from Reed's grip. The door opened as Matteo sipped his coffee, and Peter entered the room. He was also holding two mugs of coffee. "Oh! You've already had a cup of coffee, right? "Peter muttered something. With a rigid face, he motioned towards Sylvie's bed. "Excuse me, Reed had already brought something from me?" He sighed hard and after a brief pause, said, "No, it's okay." "I'm grateful for everything you're doing for me."Matteo consoled him with a grin and a hug. "We have to preserve her," Matteo reassured him, "and it's not done yet." Professor Beth burst into the room, panting, with a jerk of the door. Professor Beth was enjoying his coffee when the coffee machine began to quiver. He also heard a growling voice coming from the hospital counter, so he moved his
CURSED CHAPTER 1
Matteo has never dreamed of anything significant in his life. He had only fantasised about sharing his life with his beloved Sylvie in a tiny house under the same roof. He was drowning in a deep river, and the water had become red from Matteo’s blood. But it also took away his sleep because of the dreams he had seen. Sylvie and Matteo have been through a terrible ordeal. Matteo was also dying in the river when Sylvie was admitted to the hospital. They didn’t accept their fate, but they did everything they could to save their lives and fight back against it. Matteo’s face lit up with a smile as he remembered the day of their proposal and memories of past. Sylvie’s heart rate slows down at the hospital. His face turned pale, and blood flowed more freely from the cut. He stopped struggling since his legs were bound and he couldn’t get any more support under his feet. He accepted his fate of death. Flashback Sylvie has been staying with Matteo in his penthouse for a week. Because the c
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MATTEO POV With a sigh, I awoke and looked around for Sylvie. The last thing I recall is that we were involved in a car accident."Matteo, don't move," urged my pal Reed."Where is Sylvie?" I asked. I'm attempting to ignore the discomfort of my wounds. He remained silent and his eyes was drawn to the ground. I stood up after removing the syringe from my wrist."Do you know where she is?" I questioned him again, panicked."She's in a life-threatening condition. Outside the room, her parents are waiting for her," he informed me of this. Hearing about her precarious health made my heart twitch with pain. I hurriedly exited the room, hoping to get a glimpse of her. As I approached her chamber, I noticed an elderly couple crying on the bench. They were Sylvie's parents, who were supporting one another after seeing their daughter's condition. Looking at Sylvie's outside the room, I maintained my hand on the window glass. She had an oxygen mask on her face, as well as numerous medical cable
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Matteo POVFew days later,My father, Alex Lockwood, a well-known London millionaire businessman, and I walked approaching the ICU entrance. He was the CEO of a global technology company."I'm going to speak with Sylvie's father," he said. He didn't believe Sylvie's parents had turned me down. Despite the fact that I informed my father about the curse, he wanted to come and persuade Sylvie's father, Peter. When we entered the hospital room, Peter and Daisy were seated next to Sylvie. When my gaze fell on Sylvie, I couldn't help but smile, as joy flashed through me like a comet."Matteo," she whispered, a tear streaming down her cheek. She wanted to take a seat, but her parents insisted that she lay down."How are you, dear?" my father inquired. Her parents were scowling as we stood at her bed."I'm fine, Uncle," she told us, a slight smile on her face. My father’s introduction broke the uneasy silence in the room."Good morning, Mr. Peter Thomas. Alex Lockwood, Matteo's father," he sa