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“I’m dog tired tonight and want to get my poke in soon.” “You don’t have to poke just because it’s your turn to poke,” one of the other card players said. “If I don’t, I’ll have to wait another two weeks. My balls will explode before then,” the complainer said. “You can always go into town,” said another card player. “Why should I pay for a poke when the boss is willing to provide it for free?” the complainer asked. “Besides, I’m afraid of diseases with those town whores. Boss makes sure they’re clean. It’s safer.”

There had been a cute little redhead in his last year of high school and she’d had every guy weak at the knees and uncomfortable in a certain part of their anatomy for an hour after she’d looked their way. Shawna Adams, that was her name, and she was all curves in all the right places and eyes that promised paradise. Not that he’d found out whether that was true or not. Wealthy as his parents had been, she’d preserved her favors for John Lithgow, the local billionaire’s son, who had spots and braces but who drove a sports car and flashed the dollars around like money had gone out of fashion. A toot behind him reminded him he wasn’t the only car on the road and James pulled into the lane ahea

"What kind of crap can he achieve if he is a nobody? What is his new name again?" "The dog shit's new name is Zero!" Lan Quan said loudly. "It is perfect, for that is what he is. A big fat Zero!" The others started to laugh before they heard the fluctuations in the air. Someone had very powerful Ion Energy that ran rampant. *Pop!* Just like that, Lan Sa broke through to a higher Realm. Her eyes stared at Lan Quan boring into the pig's soul. She gave a small finger thrust trying to kill him. "Calm down!" A voice boomed out. Lan Sa's finger deviated just a bit.

His hands were casually tucked into his trouser pockets. Julian Vance. "You're working past your contracted hours, Clara," Julian said. His voice was a low, resonant baritone. It didn't carry the anger of a man who had caught a thief; it carried the terrifying, serene calm of a predator that had successfully driven its prey into a corner.

"Then let me reward you with something." I raised my hand and picked up the empty bowl. The liquid inside had not actually been swallowed by me; instead, it hovered in mid-air, slowly condensing into a thick, dark-purple mist. The Omega froze perfectly still. "Blood Moon Tears," I said, identifying the poison. "A dose meant to kill two lives at once. The Crone Hesta's handiwork." "Did you think I wouldn't recognize it?" Her legs gave out, and she fell to her knees.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Third person POV A man dressed in a white shirt that hugged his biceps and fitted blue jeans, approached the counter to order a drink. “Get me a shot of Tequila.” He said to the bartender. “I'm on it.” The bartender replied cheerfully, getting to work immediately. In a few moments he got his shot ready. “There you go.” He said, placing it on the counter with a prideful smile plastered on his face as if he had won a medal. The young man sat on the stool, his elbows resting on the counter. His eyes darted to the lady beside him whose head was lazily resting over the counter with her hair pouring over her face, preventing him from getting a clear view of her.

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