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With a sharp pair of shears, the intruder made a clean, microscopic slice through the inner tension straps, ensuring the brace would offer zero structural support the moment Adrian took a heavy hit. The locker door clicked shut. As the silent figure disappears back into the dark corridor, the camera pans over Adrian's compromised gear, leaving him completely defenseless on the eve of the biggest match of his life.

A sharp crack broke the silence in the living room. The bracelet hit the hard marble floor, and the gem shattered into pieces. At that instant, everything around me stood still. I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, my mind going blank. Susan shrieked and took a step back. Jason swiftly grabbed Susan's hand and anxiously checked the back of her hand and her calves. "Did you get cut by the shards? Does it hurt?" He was finally relieved after making sure that Susan wasn't hurt. He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale.

That’s all. I should say, ‘Don’t.’ I’d said it so many times before. It had worked. I knew the word. It was just a sound. Don’t. But it got stuck, caught in my dry throat. And then, it wasn't a choice anymore. The line just broke. It shattered into a million tiny pieces around us, and I didn't even try to pick them up.

--- But this— This was the first real interaction. --- Not observation. Not reaction. --- Understanding. --- She made her choice. --- She pulled back. --- This time— The connection didn’t resist. --- It loosened. --- Gave way. --- Allowed it. --- Aria’s breath hitched slightly as the link thinned, her awareness pulling free from the deeper layer, back through the unstable structure, back to the surface. --- Back to the room. --- The moment the connection broke completely—

“You deserve only the best in the world, Abby.” I smiled without a word. Taylor’s breath beside me in bed settled into a long, even rhythm in the stillness of the night. I opened my eyes and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. … The phone’s screen illuminated my face in the dark. I punched my birth date, but it wasn’t the right passcode. My heart sank. I entered the date of our anniversary. Yet, I was nowhere close to unlocking his phone.

a crease formed on my forehead as I looked into his eyes. It once again caught some pieces of my heart that fell when I saw how the light coming from the moon reflected on them. His pair of orbs could really be the death of me someday. Damn, it's scary! “Nah. As what you've said, I beg to disagree Mr. Maxim Alexander. Taking a break doesn't mean you need to delay whatever you're doing. To say that it would be a waste of time isn’t really making me stay still on the side. Because a break is what everyone needs when things are out of their control.”

It looked like it was practically built for students to sneak out. I was just about to jump down to the other side when his voice called out once more. "Hey, rule breaker!" I glanced back over my shoulder. "What?" "Who are you?" I let a slow smirk spread across my face before giving him my answer. "Andriette."

Jasmine threatened and turned off the phone. Brave looked at the dark phone screen and wanted to scream loudly: "Okay, I quit, I won't do it anymore." Unfortunately, that was just his heart of words. In fact, his expression was as gloomy as a family, thinking to himself: "Life is so boring.” He did not know that his misfortune had just begun. His wife - Bright in a pink apron, with a cute bear print on her chest, holding the long big chopsticks, angry bullet-shaped eyes looking at him questioningly.

The knife clattered from Bryce’s grip, skittering across the polished marble like a serpent fleeing the fight. Bryce staggered but refused to fall, his lips curling into a bitter laugh. “Do you even understand what I built for this moment?” His words were ragged, his breath sharp, but his voice carried the weight of madness. “Every detail… perfect. And you...you ruined it.”

I broke my promises to you. I broke our friendship. It's not my fault… I can't just help it. I nodded slowly, a tear sliding down my cheeks. My heart clenched with pain. From the fate that I had bend to. From the promise I had broken. And from the release that is just close. So close. “Use your fucking mouth, slut,” he growled. “I—want—you—to—ruin—me—Alpha—sir,” I sluttered. And that was it.