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He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place."

“One of your safehouses just went dark. Not wiped—destroyed.” Ava froze. Destroying a safehouse wasn’t just an attack. It was a declaration. A message. Ethan’s jaw locked. “Kane.” Marcus nodded grimly. “And that’s not all. He left something.” Ava stepped closer. “What?” Marcus zoomed in on a static-filled image recovered from the blast. A symbol. A single burning sigil etched into the rubble. Ava’s breath stopped. “No,” she whispered. Ethan stiffened. “Ava. What is that?”

I could take some juicy pictures for my collection too. “Alright, I’ll try,” I said. I walked toward Marina. She was still alone. Maybe I had the wrong impression thinking she was that guy’s date. “Hey,” I said and tapped her on the shoulder. Marina turned around, and her face turned sour when she saw me. Jeez, am I really that undesirable to her? “Oh. Hey Logan,” she said dryly. “Expecting someone else?” I chuckled. “None of your business,” she snapped.

"You are a werewolf Bree and have been marked by a monster who your mate.. Hey guys don't forget to like. The next chapter has been uploaded on d****e @davi's story place on d****e. Bye for now

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

I rode into my lecture hall and of all days to get me upset, mara decided to pick today. She falls a grin and tossed her bag to my face. "Oops, are you okay". She says. There was no need to fight with her, not because I didn't want to, but because Mara's a bitch and I cannot let her get to me, no anymore. I grabbed her bag and tossed it back, she laughed and watched me as I walked to my seat. After sometime, the halls were shut, I watched and quietly listened to the lecturer. Somehow, Mara didn't back down, she flew a paper plane to my chair, I held it and tore it to pieces.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

Mara swirled around. Between the rocks outside on the sea a larger ship appeared. Not big as a cruise ship. But big enough. A rusty cutter. Without lighting. Almost noisy. Only the rhythmic stamping of the engine came over. Noah became pale. Elias stepped backwards. And Emilia began to tremble. Mara looked at the ship. A name was painted on the side. In the weak light she could only read a word. Asteria. Then she suddenly understood something. Not slow.

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"You're welcome. So, Captain Baddo, what's so important that it brought you and Big Berta all the way out to this corner of the Confederacy?" Baddo gulped. He was tall and very thin. His Adam's apple rose and fell. The crew called the freighter Big Berta, but her official name was the Bellbota IV, which indicated that Doug Douglas had fairly good data, and knew where she was supposed to be. Give or take a few light years. The officer jerked his head toward the stern. "It will be easier if I showed you. Please follow me". The industrialist followed the nearly skeletal officer down a well maintained corridor, noted that his olfactory receptors had detected the presence of a highly spiced Marti