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In fact, he looked far too polished in his fitted beige jacket and dark slacks. “I’m Isagani,” he said, clearly reading the confusion on my face. “I work at the bistro. Well... I own it, actually.” “Oh.” That caught me a little off guard. “You’ve been coming by a lot,” he added with a small, harmless smile. I don’t know why, but my eyes locked onto the umbrella. It looked... safe. Warm. Dry. Everything I wasn’t at the moment. “Reya,” I said finally, matching his smile with one of my own. “I hope you don’t mind, but... can I share your umbrella?”

-Anxiety- he laughed skeptically -you have no idea what it feels like to barely breathe, I seriously prefer to have my whole body slit than go through it again- -It will not happen again, it only happens once, it is the proof that you found your true partner, also I put a painkiller that will keep your wolf calm for a few hours, so take advantage and sleep but later your body will be the one that bill you. -Speaking of the bill, the bathroom arrangement is on your own- Serguei said seriously but with a touch of joke at the end of the sentence. The other two looked at the cracked slab under their hands. Cristian didn't even have the strength to laugh-

As it swung open, everyone froze in shock. "Bring her out!" Ean barked. One guard hesitated. "Mr. Smith, the freezer... It seems to have turned on." Ean's expression twisted in anger. "What do you mean turned on? Are you trying to shirk responsibility?" He stepped forward, the cold air hitting him like a physical blow, sending chills down everyone's spine. His face went pale. "Madeline, don't think that this will make me forgive you. Get out here!"

"Okay, so we need to clog up the passing lanes, we need to force them to play along the boards." "Exactly my thoughts," Quinn says as he nudges my skate with his. "And you need to be ready to throw some bodies. Their top winger is fast as hell, but he hates getting hit. We get physical, he'll hesitate." I smirk, wiping sweat from my face. “So you want me to make him my personal problem.” “Pretty much. You're the best one to handle him.” Kai grins. Nodding, I stretch out my arms and take another sip of water. "Fine by me. But, if I get suspended for hitting him too hard, I'm blaming you two."

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

I stop talking when I see what's going on. Gland nods at AJ before quickly taking off his boot covered in metal spikes and that's when I find myself dodging the heavy boot coming my way. I have no doubt that he directed his aim to my face. I duck and just miss the thing from hitting me and potentially decapitating me. "He just tried to kill me in public," I say aloud to no one in particular, stunned to the core. Even if the boot miraculously didn't kill me, he'd still have, at least, given me a concussion.

Mikey continues, "Each district will represent 1 letter in the Alphabet, you have inked letter tattoos on your arms as indicators because you will spell the given English word not verbally but by beating other competitors to be eliminated. The final round is too far from the previous rounds because it is a battle royale game where competitors should have a great memory, wide English vocabulary, and the ability to follow orders. The major rules are to Spell and beat. Each word will last within 3 days and there will be another word for the next 3 days, and tributes should beat all the letters. The tributes were divided into two classes, the Spells; the tributes aligned to the spelling of the w

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

January 1st 2024, 12:34 pm Scarborough, Australia I was at home located at 9 43-45 Scarborough Beach Road looking at my phone. “New year, new leaf. The year 2023 was a blast and I know for a fact that 2024 will be better than 2023” I said with a smile. I get up, leave my home and walk towards the Esplanade. As I look at the Esplanade I walk towards the Scarborough Beach Ampthreate and look at the kids and adults from all walks of life and different country backgrounds wearing their swimsuits like Swim shorts, Swimming Trunks/Underwear, Bikini Tops & Bottom, etc. playing at the beach; building Sandcastles, playing Beach Volleyball, Surfing, Eating Lunch & many more activity. I looked at mysel