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It shimmered faintly, almost otherworldly, and I carefully removed it. Clutching my stolen treasures, I slipped out of the room and into the city streets. **The Black Market** The city overwhelmed me with its noise and chaos. I kept my scarf wrapped tightly around my face as I navigated my way to the black market. I sold the golden watches and rings, converting them into cash. But when I tried to sell the silver necklace, the shopkeeper’s demeanor shifted. His eyes narrowed, and he exchanged whispers with another man. “We can’t take this,” he finally said, his voice trembling.

The wild and untamed part of her that she has suppressed for too long wanted to listen. The pack believed they had her held in place, kept in check by Kyle’s loyalty and the unbreakable laws that have been set by the Alpha. To them it seems as though she was bound and unable to break free from the weight of the powerful force of their law and tradition… ..Yet, underneath, a different story was unfolding. Unseen conversations that had once held her in place have begun to unfold, slowly but surely coming at different times. And when those final conversations are out, nothing – no law, no loyalty, would be able to limit the wild spirit of her wolf that had long been suppressed.

Her denial came as fast as lightning. Unfortunately for Estelle, she failed to notice a cold pair of eyes watching her from a distant rooftop. ( Trunagan is the name of the standard currency in Shkrade. It was named after a werewolf hero who slayed an Abyssal Dragon. That's why it sounds more like a name.) (Author's Note: Hi there, sleep deprived author here. I have noticed that my writing has... deteriorated over the last few chapters, and I would love to apologize... and ask for your patience.

The odds seemed stacked against her, and the weight of the situation was almost unbearable. Nysaa then noticed another set of documents and a journal that Dr. Ruiz had managed to salvage before her house was demolished. These items were precious to her, a small piece of her past that had survived Mace's ruthless actions. She realized that the journal contained the story of her foster mother's life, the pain she had endured, and the vendetta she held against the Sinclair family, especially Mace.

Fortunately, she was great at her job. The Meridianam trip came and even though she knew that seeing Hayden Moreau was inevitable, she still hoped that she wouldn't. If only she could switch classes, or even switch schools, but that wouldn’t do because every move she makes will branch rumour after rumour and it will all lead to Hayden. “Welcome to Meridianam, you spoiled brats!” Leath wanted to cover her ears after hearing their history professor’s voice. Her anger for him seemed to reach the sky’s limit because even his very own breathing irritated her.

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

Michael explained snarling as he quickly knelt in front of her; his tone filled with irritation. Elika recoiled back, uncaring of those before her. She was not born in hell and she refused to be ruled by their customs. All she wanted was to return home, see her family again and go back to the life she had. She began to speak, pushing her fear back within the back of her mind as she took a step away from Michael; her tone filled with longing. “But I am not one of you; I am not a citizen of hell. No I do not believe I am the only one who could not cope with the experiments, but they are wrong! Immoral! Why not just research and keep a diary on all the immortals? The brutal experiments will onl

I wanted to slap myself for stuttering. *** “Perfect! That’s right! Miss Dior, what are you doing?” Mr.Rivera growled at me when I cannot cope with the steps at the same time I am freaking inside having Zeus in front of me. “What the hell? Mr.Lincoln teach her the right thing!” Mr.Rivera whined. I can’t look at Zeus, I am barely breathing. “Can you please calm down?” He whispered, that’s when our glaze met but I frowned when I saw him roll his eyes at me.

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi