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I feel the satisfaction everytime I watch it. While sitting here on the couch, my eyes is staring at the little fluffy dog toy that I get from the factory. Of course, it is for free since the owner of the company is my father. I chose it because of the smooth texture of its skin. It is dog toy that can speak when you hit the black button on its upper right foot. It is also walking but just in a medium speed. The cuteness of it is overloading that is why I can't remove my eyes on it.

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Angel ask slowly . Just like before , she's taken to the small room . The man , Mr Black comes out again . " I want everything that you tell my man . When can I get the food supplies. Do you have more rice . We really need them now ." Mr Black slowly said . " I have .. how about five thousand kilo white rice , three thousand kilo brown rice and three thousand and five hundred kilo flour. I also had twenty deers and twenty lambs . Do you want bicycles and sewing machines . I have thirty bicycles , fifty watches and twenty sewing machines . Of you want them ... You can take them with the food supplies . Just give me a hundred yuan for each the bicycles and the sewing machine, fifity yuan for e

Her thin chest tightened; her bones ached with it. She held her breath, recognizing the bird for what it was: a grisly black-winged scavenger that blinded and killed its own nestlings in a crazed frenzy, nothing else—and she no longer feared it. Her eyes narrowed, irises going a smoky violet. Warm radiance had filled her, whether from the soft vibrating or not she couldn’t tell.

We have a country to put into balance. Chidi " As you wish sir but it I may ask. Why not use Black Ace instead of using this dangerous individuals? King" (laughs) Black Ace is our ace in the hole, our failsafe, our kill switch and our ultimate weapon. Her skills is required for only special assignments. Just in case we have any emergency, she's the one to take care of it. Any questions? Chidi " No sir. King" Good. Carry on then. ****************************

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

“I don’t need it anymore.” He didn’t flinch. “Then I’ll give you something else instead. You paid. It would be wrong, against my nature, to let you leave with nothing of equal worth.” I exhaled a frustrated sigh and walked back to the counter, arms crossed. He placed two objects gently before me: a short, unlit candle and a wilting white flower. He gestured to the candle. “This is a demon-detection candle. It flares blue in the presence of evil.”

And with a whisper that made the hairs on his body, including his third leg, rise, she said, "Jungle Nexus. Jungle Nexus is the lip shade I've been wearing since you officially returned into my life. That, Mason Donovan, is the shade of my love for you." And that shade was not red, was not orange, was not dark. It was simply...uncolored. Shadeless. ~ Mason was advantageous enough to find a place to park his jeep in Marley's yard which was littered with a score of other impressive cars that made his jeep look a lot more inferior. The wealth was flashing.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.