Evelyn Moose

HEY IT'S LALINA ROSE LEEN ONE OF UR FOLLOWER CAUSE OF SOME REASON I HAVE TO SWITCH MY ACCOUNT AS I LOST MY ACCESS OF THAT ACCOUNT AFTER UPDATING IT CAN U PLZ FOLLOW MY THIS ACCOUNT TOO ?
A HUMBLE REQUEST

Dear Reader
“When does a person truly die? When their heart stops beating, or when the last person who remembers them finally forgets?” What if death isn't as final as we believe? Some questions can change an entire life. Beginning in the mysterious world of neuroscience, memory, and consciousness, this journey explores one of humanity's oldest questions: How powerless are we really in the face of time? Where science meets emotion and reason meets conscience, every answer leads to new questions. But A Drop of Time is only the beginning... The questions raised in the first book deepen in the second, while the third explores memory, identity, and the traces we leave behind. Together, the three books reveal different layers of one greater story. Blending science fiction and drama, the A Drop of Time trilogy explores love, consciousness, and what it truly means to be human. What is the difference between remembering the past and living it again? Is human intelligence deeper than artificial intelligence can ever reach?
On this occasion, I sincerely hope that you will continue this journey with me, share your thoughts along the way, and, should my story find a place in your heart, never hesitate to share it with others.

THANKS FOR UR FOLLOW

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“I know what’s that you’re doing,” he frowned, his blue eyes piercing into her. “You’re asking me to abandon all that I ever was for your embrace. Some things can’t be won by cunt, Empress, no matter how much I want you, no matter the Pull and your skills in seduction.” Tresa’s lips quirked into a smile, the faint dimple on her cheek appearing as she chuckled softly at his words. She held his gaze, her own eyes sparkling with amusement and desire.

“But that’s the thing you were trying to achieve with me in the first place, wasn’t it?” She purred. “You won me over your cock, gave me all that no one ever could to make me trust that there’s any honor in you. You wanna play it this way, I’m game.” Beor’s ears tinged red at her blunt words, and his own lips quirked in a wry smile. He had to admire her confidence, her willingness to play the cards she had been given. He was tempted, so very tempted to give in...

Nothing is as it seems, Nothing is ever given. There's always Hope... Even for Beor and Tresa. Double update today, find out more in chapter 27 Her Truth.

Dragon was heading to her. When he was so close that the stream of air from his wings brushed her cheeks, she urged her horse and headed to the first group of archers, as Beor commanded her to do yesterday. She was a great rider, but it took all her skills to make her horse obey, his fear getting better of him. The powerful wings of the Dragon, tearing through the air, sent a gust of wind towards her, ruffling her hair and clothes. Her heart thudded in her chest when she saw the massive creature approaching. It looked far more terrifying than she had remembered, now that his atention was fully on her...
Find out more in the chapter 20: Saving Her of Beor and Tresa's Story.