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I mumble, more to myself than to him, my gaze darting wildly around the room. "You’re not going anywhere. I can't have anyone human seeing me like this." Arc reminds me, his voice low, hoarse. "And I'm not going to hurt you." His lips pull into something resembling a smirk, but it's weak, strained. "You’re my meat, after all." My stomach churns. "I-What? Arc, please, cover your fangs." His jaw clenches, and he looks away for a moment, inhaling sharply through his nose. When his eyes return to mine, there’s an edge of desperation in them. "I can't."

" I asked, my voice a shade more intense than I intended. The urgency in his tone had ignited my curiosity, and I braced myself for whatever revelation was about to come. He hesitated for a moment, before talking again, "It's about Arcane," he began, the words measured. The mention of her name sent a ripple of conflicting emotions through me. "She wants to move, go to some foreign business school. I promised her my support, but I felt it was only right to discuss it with you first."

Call me crazy because I am. Chase.

As a result, SMM can influence hotel chains’ way of building customer loyalty. 6.3 The rise of Airbnb Although SMM has many advantages that can help hotel chains in variable regards, it still could bring negative influences upon hotel chains. With the rising of the peer-to-peer platforms (sharing economy), some SM applications such as Airbnb have appeared (Zervas，Proserpio and Byers, 2017). At first, the expanding of this sharing economy did not draw much attention from the hotel chains, until those online platforms have become extremely popular (figure 2). Then the hotel chains began to realize these platforms can provide substitutions (e.g. homestay) for traditional hospitality services an

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

Hehe. In the photo, she looked rosy and radiant, makeup flawless—nothing like a patient at all. Before I could reply, a voice message from Benji came through. His voice was low, stripped of any room for refusal, edged with cold brutality. "Tomorrow morning at nine, show up at the Collins Corporation Rehabilitation Center, out in the suburbs. If you dare not show up, I'll have someone tie you up and bring you there. Arista, for Carmen's sake, I don't mind getting a little blood on my hands."

“I’m bribing you with the only thing I know how to make well. You want it or not?” Kade’s grin turned slow and full of something unspoken. “Yeah. I want it. I’ll put together everything—you just better not burn the damn chicken.” Aria laughed, tension uncoiling in her chest for the first time in days. “Deal.” And just like that, the storm started to shift.

Inside this room, everything is completely different. End of Arc 15: Caught

Arcus shrugged. "Don't worry. I'm just discussing the prospect of a partnership with Mr. Derek. All we want to do is make money, and we have no interest in anything else. "Moreover, if Mr. Frankton wanted to act, he would already have. Why wait until now?" While Arcus already had a plan on what to do against warhawks like the geezer, he decided to be reasonable for the time being—it was never too late to move against him later.

It was the same mark tied to their bond. “What is that?” Caleb asked quietly. Aria did not answer; she stepped forward. Ryan moved instantly, catching her wrist before she could reach it. “Not yet,” he said. She looked at him. There was no anger this time, no resistance—only clarity. “If I do not,” she said, “it will not open.” Ryan did not let go. “And if you do?” A pause followed. Then, quietly, she said, “It takes something.” Caleb swore under his breath. “Of course it does.”