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"I understand everything." "You understand emotions. You do not understand people." The words hit harder than any attack. The boy looked away. For a brief second, he truly looked like a wounded child. Then the darkness around him trembled. "People created wars." His voice lost its innocence. "They betrayed each other." The white world began shaking. "They killed their own children." The shadows became larger. "They destroyed worlds in the name of justice and called themselves heroes." Evelyn remained standing. Because he was not entirely wrong.

She jumps on her toes from my voice startling her. “Sorry.” She grins awkwardly and I can't help the smile that escapes me. I use my hand to hide it. “I didn't ask before touching it.” She wants to set it back on the shelf but I halt her, not ready to see her leave yet. “That's okay. It's an attractive cover.” Just like you, I don't say. “Is it really The Art of War?” When I nod, she turns to the back of the book and smiles. “I haven't seen this edition. It's… different.”

He just wanted to spend his time in prison reading. “What’s my problem? Are you blind? Can’t you see that I am playing basketball? Seeing you reading here really affected my vibes,” Trent said unreasonably. He then looked at the book on the floor and sneered, “My, my, Sun Tzu’s Art of War. Looks like someone is educated. What are you going to do with it? Lead an army into war? We are now living in a high tech era. This book is way out of date, idiot.”

My stomach does something stupid. "That’s funny, because I keep tabs on matchmakers who used to be FBI." His face shifts, but only slightly. Just enough for me to notice. I get up to stretch, giving myself a tour of the bookshelf. There are titles in several languages, a few first editions, a dog-eared copy of The Art of War tucked behind a book on modern negotiation theory. "Is that for work?" I tease, gesturing. "That’s for everything," he deadpans.

When the battle is over, you're supposed to return home, and life slowly drifts back into a normal, mundane routine. No more fighting. No more bloodshed. No more death. That was supposed to be normal. At least for normal people that would be normal. However, Rhychard Bartlett, Warrior of the Way, understood that he could no longer be considered a normal person. That life ended four months ago. Now, his normal consisted of faeries and gnomes and demons and dark elves, some fighting alongside him, some fighting against him. His normal would blow most people's minds.

"I was wondering if any of you knows where Mathew is?" The young pups stare at her for a moment, and she thinks they might feel uncomfortable at her presence. Then one of them asks grimly, "Mathew the Omega or Mathew the Warrior? Which one are you looking for, Miss?" "Oh," Emily blinks, confused. Drat, there just had to be two Matthews. How on earth is she going to know if he is Omega or Warrior, whatever that even means? Maybe they called him Warrior because of his physique, because in all honesty, he is built like one.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

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Mexico was heavy. It was like entering a room with a stuffy and suffocating air. Not to mention the fear that was crawling up on my spine that at any moment, someone might shoot at me. The warehouse is large, glass windows, and steel doors. It wasn't the typical warehouse I usually see that’s covered in steel and metal. It was more like a home than a slaughterhouse. Thank heavens for the transparent windows, it became easier to navigate and shoot. Wearing cargo pants, a black cropped top and combat boots that I changed into from the plane, I lay still on top of a hill by the warehouse, hidden in the grass. At least if I die, I was going to die with good clothes.

(confused) but how sire) Karl:(goes to him and puts his hand on his shoulders) you don't have to worry about that, just go and prepare the troops Philemon:ok sire(leaves) On planet Mars preparations were in top gear to attack kataros's ships while Brian and his mom along with his sister got into an argument on his agreement to lead a million men to fight kataros Amanda:(in her son's room) Don't you see it's a bad idea you might killed or don't you care about me or your sister Britney (Brian's twin sister):I think you should not risk your life in this war you could have refused instead of putting your life at risk Brian:(on his bed)look I understand what you and Mom are saying but I have a du