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“I'm not scared of you, my little pretty pet. You came at the wrong time, baby, you see this masterpiece right here? It would soon be auditioning for the state's best art. So, I have to give it priority.” “Elias!” I yelled, “I'm not your pet, do not call me any other names apart from Crane.” I warned and quickly pulled out the gun from my waist band. “Swear to me that you do not like those names flowing from my tongue. The same tongue that could take your entire body to see the stars. You can't possibly kill me now, wait till I've shown you just what you deserve, then you can kill me, my sweet sugar plum. Just put the gun down.”

Looking at the old man, Chad saw a pure white hedgehog perched on his shoulder. At that moment, Chad seemed to understand everything. Sir Holt, who had awakened, respectfully addressed Arthur. "It's fortunate you came." Arthur sighed. "Ah, Sir Lawson is gone. I came to see him off." Sir Holt, feeling guilty, replied, "I've shamed you!" Arthur sighed again. "It's not your fault. Saffronesian planned their retaliation for a century; they were well-prepared." He then looked at Chad, smiling approvingly. "You, young man, have turned misfortune into fortune."

“Defeated by a four-year-old and a cushion moat.” “He is simply prioritizing his actual legacy,” I replied, moving toward them, carrying Clara’s bottle. Arthur finally emerged from under the chair, slightly breathless but victorious. He stood, brushing the lint off his knees. “Ah, Elara. The cavalry has arrived. I have successfully neutralized the thread count threat, but I fear my joints have filed a formal complaint.” I kissed his cheek. “You’re wonderful, Arthur. But perhaps we should save the orthopedic drama until after the papers are signed.”

Holy artillery : Songs of Jericho ( She says after which she blows into the trumpet and a powerful sound wave is emitted from the trumpet, destroying the creature’s hand in an instant) ARTHUR : Thanks for the save, Rehab REHAB : Stop being so reckless all the time ARTHUR : Sorry bout that, I didn’t anticipate that attack REHAB : Don’t apologize to me, end that creature already ARTHUR : Oh yeah Arthur turns his attention back to the towering shadow monster and gritted his teeth when he noticed that it had reached shore and was heading straight for him

But Arthur’s mind was not a machine with one defective component. History remained. Habits. Values. Learned responses. Unexamined desires. Neural pathways. Choices. The capacity to become dangerous again. Helen whispered: “Within eleven weeks, Arthur developed a new identity structure remarkably similar to Nineteen.” Charles stared. “Did he hurt anyone?” “No.” “Because you stopped him?” “Because this time we recognized the warning signs.” The gray-eyed woman looked at Edward’s containment boundary. “He thought responsibility lived in the guilty fragment.”

His body collapsed, and he fell into Moonshine Lake alongside me. “Elara. Elara, quit spacing out.” Someone nudged me. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my father. However… wasn’t I just killed? Didn’t those silver chains pierce straight through my heart? I blinked hard, looking around, trying to shake off the impossible vision, but everything felt too terrifyingly real. I had been brought back to life and sent back in time. Most importantly, I was back on the very day Damian was supposed to choose his mate during the bonding ceremony.

Marcus was standing, but he moved slowly since the evil spell had worn him down. "Leave!" Lisa sobbed and shoved Marcus ahead, but as they approached the entrance, she noticed an old book on a neighboring altar, its pages yellowed and cracked with time. As they hurried, she grabbed it out of a sudden intuition and shoved it into her pack. With Eryndor's power raging behind them, the fortress trembled as they bounded through the door. The doors slammed shut with a deafening boom, barely allowing them to escape. Marcus was limping next to Lisa, his wounds slowing him down, and Lisa's heart was pounding as they staggered into the woodland. However, Lisa's thoughts were racing with what she had

“So all this things happened while I was away, such a tragedy. What will happen to Athena and Wilford then? And where is Edward and Theda? “ Isabel questions. “I haven’t heard much about Athena and Wilford, they’re homeless for sure and that’s all I know. As for Theda and Edward, they are enjoying their life in the dungeon. What I know that will happen for real is that Edward will find a way to get back at us for ruining his life and when he does that, we will be ready with the final war to finish him off.” Henry nods. “ I stand with you, brother. I will prepare myself for that day too because I have been looking for the opportunity to get rid of him.”

"Do you have any idea what happens to people who hurt Zacharias? He was stolen at birth, but his family didn't even panic. The thief had his limbs broken that very afternoon and was cut into pieces. His remains were thrown into the middle of nowhere. "Someone tossed nails on the ground in the hopes that he would step on them during junior high, and his legs were crushed the next day. When he was in university, some girl tried to get close to him, but she got exposed as a cheater and vanished the next day. You should be thanking me for my generosity, or you'd be facing the Leafensteins instead."

"Oh, Arthur certainly was using you, but not for me. Arthur is a fool. He’s been playing a dangerous double game, trying to find this ledger to destroy it and protect his precious, beautiful 'goddaughter' from the syndicate's wrath. He actually thinks he can save you. But unfortunately for him, my employers have decided Arthur has outlived his usefulness. Tonight, both of the Pendelton and Vance legacies end." ​Vivian’s mind reeled. Arthur wasn't trying to destroy her. He was trying to shield her from the very monsters who had murdered her father. The weight of her doubt vanished, replaced by a sudden, desperate longing for the man she had pushed away. ​"I don't think so, Victor." ​The voice