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"Rock, Shin! Kill him! Once we're done here, we'll head into Eastblue city to kill off all their families in revenge for the death of my son!" "Yes sir!"the too many standing behind him roared in unison and acknowledgement of their masters order as they stepped forward. What made these two men stand out was the way they were dressed. The one was dressed in all black was Rock, while the one in all white was Shin. They were Lucas Brown's right hand men and had killed hundreds of people. They were notoriously known for being ruthless and no one had ever survive their attacks. They were the reason Lucas Brown was where he was today.

He walked over to Rook's weapon rack. He picked up a heavy, kinetic sniper rifle. Real steel. Real bullets. "They want a war?" Ren racked the bolt. "Let's show them how we play on a hardcore server."

But it was enough to make the engraved dagger, lying on a ragged rock, glimmer menacingly. "I know the words..." Blake whispered. "He speaks to me. Good job, too. I ain't book smart, and I don't know these strange languages. But I hope you all have strong stomachs. This ritual is gruesome, but," he gave a cold smile, his eyes glowing as if embers burned behind them. "It'll be enjoyable. Just to stab the Captain in the back will be worth the blood."

Especially when it comes to the mighty Zion Black Knight? "What is it?" She asked. Rider: "Just wanted to talk." Lost in the unknown: "About what?" Rider: "I don't know. Maybe anything." Lost in the unknown: "Is something's the matter?" Rider: "Everything's fine. Then why am I so frustrated and confused?" Lost in the unknown: "You got love issues, Rider." She told him with a laughing emoji and he shrugged hard. Rider: "Don't talk about this bullshit with me."

He got away and gazed at me with adoration, I gulped and unbuttoned his white shirt but before I can remove it, he stopped me. Why? Does he want me? "Are you sure?" He asked and I nodded frantically, I didn't care about anything. I wanted him right now. Rhyker smirked and removed the white shirt he was wearing, moving his wide shoulders as well? I gawked at the masterpiece and felt myself drooling over his toned chest. He unbuckled his belt while telling me to open the drawer of the night-table, I complied with his order and opened it, taking out one condom. The condom felt pricey to use as well, it was black and the name was intense.

I nearly dropped the tissue. A guy leaned casually against the locker beside mine, like hallways had never made him nervous a day in his life. Brown curls. A hockey jacket hanging carelessly over his uniform like rules was more of a suggestion to him. Friendly eyes that actually reached his smile—which immediately made him the rarest thing I’d encountered at Blackthorn Elite all day. “I’ve had better,” I admitted carefully. His gaze flicked to my locker, and something crossed his face. “They started early.” “They?”

’ A bulky chestnut colored wolf with gold markings linked his trio. **Kugri** ‘What do they want out here, with us? Don't they have enough in their bowls dealing with the Rogues?’ A smaller gray wolf growled. **Moon** ‘Their intentions are good as far as for them being in our presence. That makes them worthy of talking to.’ A pale, almost invisible wolf asked quietly. **Shyfter**

My eyes never leaving hers as I stroke her clitoris back and forth, I pinned my finger on it and heard her gasping. " Do you like it?" I asked her. " I do," she said. I wanted her to say more but it seemed she was not able to talk. I pressed harder and her moans filled my ears, it was the sweetest thing I have ever heard. It felt so good being the one she's moaning to. I turned her over as I got on top of her. " This is going to hurt a lot, I need you to give me your body and let yourself enjoy every bit of my thrust" I whispered into her ears.

Jason moved away and the chair scattered on the wall, he ran after Stone. On reaching the door, Stone banged the door at him, trapping his hand with the gun. The gun fell to the floor. Stone tried to pick it up, releasing his hold on the door. Jason kicked it away and punched Stone, he staggered, blinking away blurredness, his clip fell and hide in the grass.

The air in the Briarwood locker room was heavy, wet soup—old sweat, the strong smell of sports tape, and the fancy cologne the guys used to cover up the rink smell. Outside my stall, the other Knights were a mix of loud voices, slamming locker doors, and high-fives. Loud rap music with heavy bass played from a speaker in the corner, shaking the floor and my feet. It was meant to be a fun time after skating, but it didn't help with the silence in my mind. “Voss! Are you planning on living in there, or are we going to the Liquid Lounge?” I didn't look up. I knew the voice. John, our goalie and my oldest friend. I could hear the steady clack-clack-clack of his skates as he finished unbuckling h