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Why did Sterly look so cute when he asked a question earlier? His heterochromatic eyes looked even more beautiful the more I looked at him... Damn. His look... I settled into my seat and lowered my head. I wouldn't look at him anymore. Away from the eyes. Away from mind. I logged into the game and leisurely chose the best costume for my avatar. After which I bought some other things for the world I would be cultivating in. After that, I pressed on the "birth" button and the screen began flickering, showing different couples until it stopped on a very beautiful girl, who looked no older than 18, and a handsome man standing beside her, hand in hand.

“And I won’t be a funnel. I will be a threshold.” The word landed like a drawn line. Thresholds invite crossing. “They also decide how,” I replied. Silence stretched, vast and measuring. Then something changed. The pressure became… shaped. A figure resolved at the ward’s boundary, not a body exactly, but a suggestion of one. Tall. Genderless. Wreathed in motion that looked like time slowing itself. Azrael stiffened. “An Avatar,” he said quietly. “Careful.” The avatar inclined its head, not to me, but to the land.

I readied all sorts of excuses. "You both may have had sex in the virtual world," she said, launching her solid attack. I had to destabilize her certainty. "Have you ever seen Kathleen's real body?" I suddenly asked Aurora. "What?" She repeated, clearly taken aback. "Most of our workers use avatars that range from animals to objects, though some opt for human likenesses. Still, it raises the question: Are those their real faces? We don't enforce a policy requiring the use of one's actual appearance while working," I explained, planting seeds of doubt in her mind.

In exchange for an avatar chosen among them, the so-called avatar among collaborators. To sustain life, it should bring a human born in a period every 200 years, being the offspring of the lineage of the first son of Adam and the first son of Eve.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Carver escorted Ava to the marketing floor, his hand lingering on hers as they said their goodbyes. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss that sent a chill through her. It was a simple act, yet one that spoke volumes. People around them stopped and stared, their surprise evident. Carver had never shown affection in public before. As he walked away, Ava's friend Arry rushed over, her eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay, Ava? Are you...are you a sub now?" she stammered. Ava laughed, the sound bright and clear. "No, Arry, I'm not a sub. I'm just me. Carver is just Carver. We're finding our way, together."

Holden stared at her blankly for sometime before heading back to the sofa, leaving Raven to offer herself in which she did. Holden resumed his smoking and on stepping in, Raven's eyes started roaming about like she was looking for something. Well, she is looking for something. " Here are the avatar's I created. You can choose anyone you feel is better" Raven said, bringing out her laptop and opening it, she placed it on the table before Holden. Holden started going through the different avatar's she created while Raven's eyes kept roaming about everywhere. " Where the fuck is it?" She thought, biting on her lower lip. Holden noticed her eyes roaming about.

4 | FIRST TIME MEET Arther's car stopped slowly right at a bakery called 'Yummy Cake Days' on there right now. Arther himself remained ofsilent for a little moment in the car right now, closing both of his eyes very tightly. Especially when Arther noticed the discoloration in both of his eyes, and he immediately tried to calm himself and his wolf soul - Arlo. After all, Arther was still in the human world, and the slight changes about to his body could be quite dangerous if seen directly by the humans. Arther immediately began to frown on there quite deeply. And Arther's nose moved slowly, breathing in a breath of air that was both foreign and so much comforting for him about right on there

He pushed his shoulder forward to give me a better look. "Yeah, I love it," I replied in awe. It was of an evil-looking wolf with amber flames coming from its eyes and fur, and blood dripping from its mouth. It started on his upper arm and shoulder and partially covered his peck. I touched it lightly, admiring all the details. "It must have been expensive." "It wasn't cheap," he agreed. "But it was worth it. The guy who did it is really good." "I can see that." He put his hands out to me. "Let me help you up."

ANGELINA'S POV: "Avareen. A Kingdom of beauty and wonder. A place where creatures can exist without the human beings even knowing of our existence. The humans live in a seperate world. Only seperated by a gateway that is known only to the royals and the elders. The people of Avareen are able to enter the gateway but once they go through, they cannot return. Their powers are stripped and they must live the rest of their existence as a human being. Usually the only times that the Avarinians end up crossing the gateway is either due to banishment for a misuse of their powers or by simple choice. Wishing to live a life free of magic but those cases are very rare. There is another form of banishm