THIS IS BOOK TWO - ALPHA CYRUS: FALLEN KING
When you're at the top, be careful not to fall down.
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Baking cakes was her favourite pastime - a hobby she had forced herself to master. It was the best facade she could use — one that was believable.
She'd sing hymns as she worked with chocolate and butter, prancing around her large bakery, greeting the customers as they walked in.
"Hi, I'm here for order fifty-seven," A voice called and she lifted her head, dropping the bowl on the table and dusting her hands on her apron.
"Be right there!" She replied and walked over to her pantry. She scanned the numbers, counting continuously, eyes scanning left to right.
"Fifty-four...five......six," She lowered her eyes, finding cake order no.57. "There it is!" She said excitedly, pulling the box out and walking over to the counter.
Her frail hands dropped the cake gently on the counter in front of the customer.
"Here you go," She smiled and the man lifted his hands to the box. He lifted the lid, a smile on his face before closing the box.
"Thank you!" He said, holding the cake in his arms. "My wife paid the balance right?"
"Yes, yes. She did. Enjoy!" She smiled waving the customer off.
She returned back to the cake she was making previously. She lifted the flour and shifted the eggs closer to her.
Pulsing from her fingertips, the lights in her bakery began to flicker. She paused, lifting her eyes up to the ceiling, her head still.
"Finally," She thought in relief.
She clenched her fist, stepping away from the table. She frantically rushed over to the front of the store, walking over to the door. She pushed it close, locking it and changing the sign to 'Back in 10!'
She hurried towards the back of the store, she pushed past the tables filled with cake orders and made her way to the black door with a large bin sign stuck on the door.
She pushed it open, flicking the lights on quickly, lighting up the dark room.
Her candles lit up instantly as she walked past them, and the room heated up as she twirled her fingers.
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"Ophelia?" The woman called out waiting for a response. Suddenly she felt a gush of wind, and the glass jars were filled with dust, lifting to the roof.
"Ophelia?! Stop playing around!" She groaned and lifted her hands, ceasing her powers. She watched as the dust particles fell back down, back into the jars and the wind halted.
