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However, what I didn’t expect was that someone else wasn’t ready to let me go. The next day, an unfamiliar name appeared in my inbox. The email contained no words and only a link.

I need the sleep more than anything because in the upcoming days I won’t get much of it. We landed in Boston and checked into a hotel since we haven’t bought a house yet but now more than ever, I’m scared as the fight is about to begin between me and that vile human being but I know they will be a lot of casualties in wars but I have to minimize them on my side as soon as possible. I have three beautiful babies that I have to go back to when this is all done.

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My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F

“Don't focus on that, focus on killing those that we can so when they make it to us it will be clear” Then i heard it, the sound i had been waiting for, baylees earth shattering scream, one so loud every window, glass or moniter in the vicinity explodes, the cars blowing to bits, the floor shakes and the humans scream in agony, the long hallway giving them enough of a barrier between them and baylee so it would hurt but not kill them

Today is the day when Mia and Blaze are going on vacation to Italia, they've prepared their stuff and everything, Blaze just did the last check-up for his pack. "Yes Mrs Blakley, we will arrange your problem since I won't be here for two weeks, contact my beta who will help you." Blaze said through his phone as Klay and Zach are playing together at rock, paper and scissors. "Rock, paper, scissors!" They yelled together loudly and Blaze cringed. "Fuck..." He muttered and glared at them but they didn't notice him glaring at them.

Keagan asked rhetorically, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "No way, bro! I'm genuinely looking out for you. Trust me, most of those other brands are just cheap imitations, loaded with chemicals you definitely don't want in your body," Blitz explained, raising his fist and waiting for Keagan to reciprocate with a fist bump. Keagan reluctantly obliged, but his initial impression of Blitz didn't sit well with him. It felt like Blitz put on a show for others, attempting to conceal his obnoxious nature, but failing to do so effectively.

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.

She asked, excitedly. "Well, I just found out that he had attended Haven High, and had gotten very high grades that year." "Higher than Alpha Dexter?" Sandra asked. "Well, Dexter's two years older than Blade, but Blade was three classes ahead of him. According to my researches, Blade got into NYU at age fifteen." "Really! Is that even possible?" Sandra squealed in excitement, making me uncertain about who was more weird, Sandra or me. "But he dropped out after two years." I said.

Bhai said, shaking his head and served for three of us the breakfast. “Poor Bhai! You are torturing him, Abby.” I said, winking at her. “It is just eight month.” She said, rolling her eyes while Bhai glared at both of us. “We have something to talk to you.” I heard Dad’s voice, and he sat on the table along with Mom. “Uh, oh!” I mumbled. “Janice! We were ok with the divorce and all, and it’s been a few months since it happened. Now why don’t you meet new people?” Mom said looking at me.