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"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

Then he smiled again, like he approved. “Good,” he said. “That makes two of us.” He leaned forward. “I’ve been planning to dismantle Damien’s empire for years. He’s a thief and a liar, he hides behind investors and ruins anyone who stands in his way. But you..” He paused. “You can get close enough to finish what I started.” I stared at him. “You’re serious.” “Completely.” He reached into his coat and pulled out a file. “This is a layout of his accounts, shell companies, and offshore transfers. Every illegal thing he’s done, i’ve been collecting evidence for years. All I need is someone on the inside.”

I looked up at Elias, who stood over me with the blazing silver crown on his brow. "The Tide knows we survived the bullet," I said, forcing myself into a seated position, ignoring the protests of the healers. "It knows Aethelgard is a fortress that can fire back into space." "Let them try again," Elias rumbled, his Alpha command terrifyingly absolute. "The Vanguard is fast enough to catch whatever they throw." "They aren't going to throw anything else, Sovereign," I said, looking out toward the eastern horizon, toward the ocean. "The Hive-Mind is a computer made of water. It just calculated that it cannot win a war of pressure against a city that controls gravity."

Everyone waited to hear what Zen had to say. Yet, Zen did not realise any of those. He simply looked up and thought about it. When he died as a civilian, Celine, no, God, told him that he had the ability to become the next Godfather. It was a little hard to believe he would get there, but if he did, his answer would be the same as Zen, the gamer or Civilian #3207, the chef.

Genevieve tried saying but her voice trailed off “Sighs… you really didn’t notice, the Hunter god actually gave you three gifts but it seems you all were ignorant.” Sword-saint Predator said with a sigh “Really???” Marcus asked in excitement and stars seemed to appear in his eyes “Yes, first he gave you the legendary twelve rune talent, with such talent becoming the most powerful Hunter is not impossible, then he gave you the gift of life, without it you would have died already as several people were already envious of your talents and would have killed you instantly if you were given any other gift and lastly you have me as your grandpa.” Sword-saint Predator said in a profound manner and b

She stomped anxiously on the ground. “I have to go down and find out what happened!” Halle wanted to equip herself with diving gear and jump into the water. “Why don’t I do you the favor?” It was then an abrupt voice came from behind, which sounded delightful. Halle, Noir, and the others were surprised. They turned around and saw the Second War God. He brought a group of experts and insect warriors with him.

“This is some serious stuff. It’s a command line interface. A secure search portal.” “What do we do?” I asked. “We give it the name,” he said, his voice full of some unusual excitement. He cracked his knuckles and typed slowly, carefully. > Argus Project He hit enter. For a second, nothing happened. Then, lines of green text began to scroll down the black screen, almost too fast to read. “It’s searching,” Hae-Jae whispered, his eyes glued to the monitor. “It’s pinging servers all over the world. Look at that speed. This software is insane.”

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

Then, he squinted at Harvey and replied, “You must be mistaken, Harvey. “They say that I’m just a God of War because of drugs… “But, there’s something that they don’t get. Once a God of War, always a God of War! “And one who’s been on the battlefield like me is more outstanding compared to the rest of them! “You’re impressive. You’re pretty capable… “But I’m sure that I’ll be able to break every single one of your limbs in just three minutes! “Give me another three minutes, and I’ll get my men to clean up the place for me to rise as the young lord! “Simply put, I’ll only need six minutes for me to rise to power! “And you can only lie on the ground like a dead dog and greet your new young lor