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“They always do.” He didn’t argue. The drive to Dock 12 was quiet, filled only with the purr of the engine and the buzz of a city that never slept, only turned darker after hours. Ava glanced at her phone once. Pearl had sent a text. Pearl: Good luck on your date, Mummy. Lock it in and have some fun too. Ava smiled for half a second, then shut the phone off. She couldn’t afford distractions tonight. This shipment contained everything—clean weapons and untouched inventory—meant for an ally in Prague who’d pay double if they delivered or triple if they could deliver a day earlier and protect the shipment until he got it.

I was furious. I immediately called the seller, ready to tear them apart. However, a cold, automated voice answered instead. "The number you have dialed does not exist." A deal like that was never meant to be clean. Black market transactions didn't come with customer service. I swallowed my anger and accepted the loss. I reopened the promotional video on my phone. The merman in the video was soaking in a clear, sparkling pool. His face was perfectly shaped and sharp, and his deep eyes seemed to pull you in. Water ran down his strong abs, catching the light.

Baka kasi magreklamo pa ang iba niyang buyers na natatagalan ang shipping kaya talagang inayos niya iyon. Mukhang magagabihan siya kaaayos ngayon. So far, she’s packed around 35 orders. She’s also known for sending pictures out to her clients before shipping them, kaya kailangan niya munang picture-an ito isa-isa at ipadala at makiusap sa kanila bago niya maayos. Kahit dagdag stress ang paggawa nito, it’s an extra step on her part that a lot of buyers appreciate. They get to see their items before it gets to them.

I, you got a self governed internet. ".…What are you doing??…". Just as I finished sorting the gold bars that now has filled the entire warehouse, my phone became extremely hot in my pants. Looking at it, I saw pages of web pages opened and close. [Downloading information's…it's quite disturbing in here..looked at my new looks..I made myself and avatar..]. (T.A.S) T.A.S now has made an avatar of himself, he copied the looks of Alf#@$ from Bat%&n.

When Ava said her job was boring, he bought her a custom silver-gray sports car, the license plate ending in her birthday. And me? I got a few lines of AI code to keep me placated.

Ayleen asks, desperate to help in any way she can. “Can you call that Vampire friend of yours? He might be able to tell us ways in which we can control the newly turned vampires.” Azraiel pleads. “Of course, I’ll call him right away.” She pauses for a second. “I also know a weredragon and a weretiger from H.O.P.E. mission. Is it okay if I call them too?” “Of course…that would be really helpful. Also, ask them if they know about other species.”

I silently told myself, Just walk away, Aria. Just as I was about to leave, Veronica reached into her purse and pulled out a sleek bottle of perfume. The elegant design and distinct label immediately caught my eye—it was one of Velvet Vibe’s bestsellers. She haughtily displayed it in front of me, spritzing some on her skin. “This is from my friend Shane, a really expensive gift that she’d brought all the way from the Netherlands. But I’m sure someone like you probably hasn’t heard of Velvet Vibe.”

Employees wearing maroon vests kept themselves busy sweeping, restocking items, ringing up purchases, and directing lost customers to various sections of the store. Giavanna stopped to admire some handcrafted stained glass art pieces heavy on wolf and forest imagery. She picked out postcards featuring photographs of local landmarks to send back home for family and friends. But as she was contemplating purchasing a cheesy, tongue-in-cheek novelty t-shirt to send back to her father (Leader of the Pack), she knew she was just delaying the inevitable and followed her nose to the back of the store.

Zurich. The Fortress of Anonymity. The website went live at 3:00 AM New York time. Isabella Voss sat in the blue glow of her server room, watching the traffic spike. She had named the storefront UrbanSoul. Generic. Trendy. Disposable. The inventory was vast. Tote bags printed with The Empty Chair. Phone cases featuring the jagged scar of The Fortress. Shower curtains splashed with the violent blue of The River. Isabella clicked on a listing for a coffee mug. $12.99. Free shipping.