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He used to be that orphan kid in a busted alley, living off the food I saved for him. I loved him when he had nothing. And now that I didn't love him anymore, he could go back to nothing. He sat on Montedra's frozen streets, my photo in his hands, liquor bottle by his side. Looking up at the moon, he gave this twisted smile. "If I die too... would I see you again?" I stood behind him, staring at the same moon. No. I never want to see you again. Snow drifted down, soft and quiet. I felt myself fading, so I crouched beside him one last time. "Brian, stay alive a little longer. I don't want to see you yet."

You might laugh at my words now. However, my love, I'd give my life to show you my love is true. Or maybe, I'm just paying for my unforgivable mistakes. I wish you a future filled with strength, peace, and lasting joy. May your path be smooth, your life worry-free.] Those few lines summed up Wynnie's entire existence. A tear slid down, unnoticed, splashing onto the darkened phone screen, leaving a tear-stained bloom. "Honey? What's wrong?" Elena's voice came from nearby, laced with concern.

All it took was a single sentence to stir her into this fury? He stepped closer, studying every subtle expression on her face in the dim night. As if he wanted to witness the pain of her accepting the truth, he deliberately said, "There's no need to be so surprised. What I'm saying is a fact. Otherwise, why would I let you stay here?" Ariel's fists trembled, but her gaze remained sharp and unforgiving. Samson didn't like seeing her like this, but he didn't mind. He leaned down toward her. "Ariel, Jayson's dead. He's not in this world anymore. You need to move on."

I had zero love for her, but I knew that I had to come up with a plan to get her out of that club successfully. ------------------------------------- ALICIA I felt very weak and was in pain when I woke up. I tried to open my eyes but couldn’t. The flashbacks of the previous night made me sick to my stomach. I was hurt and scared of what was about to happen to me. I knew that I had zero chances of getting out of the club, there was no way Smash would allow me to escape again and I had a feeling that he would try by all means to get rid of me—he would kill me or sell me to his clients.

Joel’s face twisted further in frustration, and Esther added, “Oh, and don’t overthink tonight, okay? I was the one who asked Joel to do this. It’s just a little wish of mine. You’re always so understanding, aren’t you?” I couldn’t help the cold smile that tugged at my lips. My voice was calm but edged with sarcasm as I said, “Yeah, I’m very understanding. So, I’ve decided I’m done with Joel. He’s yours now.” “Shirley!” Joel yelled, drawing the attention of the surrounding crowd. He quickly regained his composure, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur as he leaned in. “Let’s not make a scene, alright? You know Esther has depression, so stop being so aggressive.”

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Dante asked and took the phone from Dell but as soon as he looked at the phone it slowly fell from his hand, “The Alpha King Of Black Wolves Pack is dead”

His signature evil smile plastered on his face and I felt like strangling him to death. "They are no more," Alex replied, his voice cold and detached. I raised a curious brow at his response. "What do you mean by they are no more?" I demanded, my voice shaky. Alex cleared his throat before replying. "Ava and Aiden are dead. They died in a car accident two days ago. Diamond is safe with me," he explained. Dead? Was this joke or what? "What do you mean by dead? Is that the way people die? What the fuck are you even saying?" I asked, refusing to believe what he said.

Slow and uncertain Two...Soft and smooth Three...Strong and delicious Four...A growing passion. Five..."Hmm," he moaned a little. Six..."Hm," I answered with a small deeper moan. Seven...We breathed heavily looking ourselves straight in the eyes. Yes, darling. I’m gonna put you in jail. I promise. I swear I will.