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Wearing circular glasses, small hair peeking out from his cheeks sitting right beside him, making the boy nodded his head in response. “Yes, and now senpai just has to mail the further department, so they can update this in-game as valentine's day is just a week apart." Kai turns his gaze back at the screen, opening his mail, attracting the 3 files with it. ‘Hello there, Imaa Yamada Kai, the illustrator of the worldwide famous game Sinner of Pleasure. Well, it’s more of an 18+ Otome game of a girl surrounded by the 10 boys who are just horny as fruit cake for an eyeless girl’

Adrenaline surged through her, and she prepared to lunge—but suddenly, the sun was blocked out by an enormous, enveloping shadow. An extremely large black wolf leapt out of nowhere, ripping out the throat of the lead rogue in a single, brutal motion. He was a titan, larger and more commanding than even Ryder’s wolf, Blaze. He moved with a violent sort of grace, finishing the second and fourth wolves while Kalina tore into the third.

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.

I ran up his tail and landed in the saddle, loving the feel of the jeans and the freedom of movement they gave me. "Did you bring gold for me to gamble with?" I couldn't keep the excitement from my voice. "No. This is a game for dragons," he blared. I imagined him rolling his eyes. Someone was in a bad mood and it wasn't me. What he wasn't saying was that his dragon's game of cards was too difficult for a little human. "I'm very good at cards; let me know if you need help."

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.

He then watched the guards in front of him with beads of cold sweat falling down his face. After some time, a path opened in the center and a young man walked into the aisle. His coat and armor was decorated with deep blue as the silver lining trace an exquisite pattern on his clothes. His long hair was tied up into a top bun with a jade crown perfectly banded on his head. Byul also notice his silver boots exquisitely adorn like his clothes. Byul was stunned for a while. He slowly looked up at to see his expression as the imagery in his head was a gentle, smiling handsome character who suited to be a male lead of a shoujo otome game.

A sharp black eyebrow lifted upwards over unearthly green eyes that resembled a serpent with blood red lip set themselves into a hard line. "As you know," Cassandra finally spoke. "The committee intends to give Nathaniel Thorn and his men a fair trial. Those found innocent will be released from custody and those found guilty will be given an appropriate punishment. However, Thorn's Alpha title is suspended pending investigation, meaning the pack has no Alpha and so makes it susceptible to being invaded by another pack of rogues. Word will get out soon and it won't be long before any wannabe and their friends come looking to lay down a challenge for the title. We will have a war on our hands

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

There were easily hundreds of them. As for games, he had tens of thousands of cartridges and discs. Cyrus pulled out the latest PS-AI7, hooked it up to his massive 100-inch TV, and started gaming. Today's pick was this year's newest ++A action release, Batonetta: Noir XIII. At his side were other titles too: Elven Circle, The Monster Hunter: New Realms, Sector: Umbrae Die Twice. And if he ever felt those games were too short, he could always grind away at massive time sinks like Illumination 7 or States: Skylines.