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Writer Diana Gabaldon

Diana: Rebirth of a Lilie

They said she died peacefully. That's what they always say, don't they? When someone slips away in a hospital bed - when the machines stop beeping, and the room goes quiet except for the sigh of grief no one dares to release. Peaceful. Like death is ever kind. I was five. Too young to understand why my mother wasn't waking up. Too small to make sense of the nurses whispering in the hallway or the way they looked at me, like I was already a problem they didn't know how to solve. Her name was Rebecca. She was twenty-five. And her blood betrayed her. They said it was cancer. Aggressive. Silent. A thief in the bloodstream. By the time they caught it, it had already taken everything. I was all she had. And when she left, I had no one. No father. No family. Just a name I couldn't pronounce, and a world I didn't belong to. The system chewed me up und spat me out. Foster homes. Group homes. Back and forth like a package No one ordered. Smiles that didn't last. Promises that broke before they were even spoken. Every time someone tried to "fix" me, I'd break first, make sure they knew I was no one's charity case. No one's second chance. Eventually they stopped trying. I got older. Quieter. I stopped waiting to be rescued and started fighting instead. Literally. Underground rings don't ask for backstories. Just fists. Blood. And that, at least, I could give them. Then one night, seventeen years into this messy life, someone knocked on my door. A stranger. Two of them, actually. His name was Marcello Mariano, a man I'd only ever heard of in headlines. CEO. Businessman. Untouchable. I knew his face from magazines. I knew his name from rumors. But I didn't know why he'd come for me. Or what kind of danger was following him. All I knew was that everything I thought I knew about my life... Was a lie. And now the weight I never asked for is trying to pull me under. But I won't drown. Not again.
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A Mystic of Eclipse

The roar of the crowd was a living, breathing entity, pulsating with energy as thousands of fans screamed, chanted, and waved their lightsticks in perfect unison. It was a kaleidoscope of neon colors, each representing a different member of the idol group standing center stage. The air vibrated with anticipation and fervor, a collective heartbeat synced to the rhythm of the music about to begin. Behind the stage, in the narrow corridors that snaked like veins through the massive concert arena, tension buzzed like an electric current. May, the leader of the sensational K-pop group Eclipse, took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, as it always did before a performance. The world outside saw the flawless veneer—the charismatic smiles, the effortless dance moves, the perfect harmony. But inside, May felt the relentless pressure of being an idol: the late-night practices, the public scrutiny, the sacrifices. She glanced at his bandmates, each absorbed in their pre-show rituals. Esfar was stretching, his limber form bending and twisting with feline grace. Artemis adjusted her earpiece, her lips moving silently as she rehearsed her lines. Lilac, the youngest, clutched a lucky charm given to her by a fan, her wide eyes filled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. And then there was Flancito, the enigmatic one, who sat in a corner, lost in thought, his face a mask of cool indifference.Starline,the cheerful one knew that tonight was more than just another concert. It was a turning point. The industry had changed dramatically over the years, and staying relevant meant constant evolution. Eclipse had risen to stardom quickly, their debut catapulting them to the top of the charts. But fame was a double-edged sword, and maintaining it required not only talent but also an iron will and unyielding dedication.
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