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I opened my mouth to say everything but no words came out. Without saying anything, I turned around, walking towards the stairs. Alex grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards his room. "Nothing happened." I said finally. "Don't hide anything." "As if you didn't hide." I muttered under my breath and saw Alex looks confused. "Zack told me about the rules you made. Vampires can't fall in love with humans." I said while hiding my pain. He flinched at my words. I saw something flash in his eyes before he put on a rather cold and dark expression.

She was interrupted by a rough male voice: —Are you treating neighbors who didn’t have time to move in again, Martisha? Leah turned her interested gaze to the stranger, casually approaching them from the side of the road. The Association flew in from where it was not expected at all. The man inexplicably strongly resembled one brutal character from a well-worn indie horror game: Hubie, a massive woodcutter who, in his free time from chopping wood, was engaged in tracking down victims and sophisticated murders. The whole point of the computer quest was to avoid the fate of being eaten by it.

he shouted to his comrades, his voice cutting through the chaos of the approaching fray. With a primal roar, the zombies descended upon the barricade, their sheer numbers overwhelming as they clawed and gnashed at the fortified barrier. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the air, punctuated by the desperate cries of the undead. Hannah and Marcky fought alongside Brandon, their abilities complementing each other as they unleashed a barrage of offensive strikes against the encroaching horde. Hannah's flames danced and flickered, engulfing any zombies that dared to draw near, while Marcky's electrified attacks sent jolts of energy coursing through the ranks of the undead.

she asked, quietly. Lore could see that weariness had crept into her eyes. She was ready to die. Or at least, ready to stop fighting. But Lore wasn’t. And neither were hundreds of the Immortalists still clinging to life in Boldt Castle. “I’m not going to give up,” Lore told her fiercely. “We cannot let our people die just because my cousin has fallen in love with a vampire. He’s going to die anyway. What’s the point?” Lore’s mother shook her head. “You don’t understand love.”

Until three years ago, during an argument, I demanded he choose between me and Ava. In response, he had his men lock me in my rooms and take away my phone. That winter, locked in the estate's basement, I nearly broke. In the end, I gave in and begged for mercy. There was a time we were truly in love. When we were younger, he even took a bullet for me, fired by a rival family. Whatever love we'd had was gone. It was time to make a clean break. Without any hesitation, I answered the voice on the other end of the phone. "I'm sure."

Sparks flared as I blocked it with my dagger, the impact jarring through my arm. “Shit!” I yelled, swinging wildly. “You’re worse than my actual nightmares!” Dax came next, too close, too graceful. He grabbed my wrist, yanking me close enough for me to feel his breath against my ear. “Why do you resist what you want?” he whispered, before kicking me back into Zyran’s waiting arms. Zyran’s grip was like iron, crushing, possessive. “You can’t win against what you love.” “Watch me.”

Meanwhile, Lucas turned as white as a ghost as he took a step forward. The moment they both sprang into action, Alison grabbed onto them, holding them back with all her might. "Don't go. It's too dangerous! She will be fine. She has powers. Let's stand guard here for now!" Held back forcefully, Jeffrey and Lucas had no choice but to watch as I became buried in the swarm of zombies. In the next moment, the system's voice reverberated through everyone's minds. [The host, Juliet Cox, is dead. Execution protocol is complete. The savior's mission status: Failed. The protective barrier is no longer in effect.]

Before I could process her chilling words, a final, catastrophic impact detonated against the internal courtyard barrier. The inner security doors—the last line of defense keeping the estate enclosed—smashed inward, collapsing into a heap of twisted iron and splintered wood. The stranger stepped calmly through the dust and rain, his pitch-black eyes fixed entirely on the ruined patio where we stood. And in that singular, agonizing second, the universe shifted. The crimson light in Lisa's eyes died completely. Her hands fell limp against the mud as the invisible threads of her control snapped forever. Every single zombie remaining in the courtyard—hundreds of blood-soaked, grotesque creatures

With blankets shoved in every crack in the door, Thomas and I waited for the zombies to leave, but they weren't leaving. My body trembled at another loud crash in the living room. "Thomas?" "Hm?" His arm tightened around me. "Do you think they'll ever leave?" I stared into the darkness. Thomas's mouth found my ear. "I hope so." I trembled harder as another window shattered. "Do you think they can smell us in here?" "I don't think so, Sweetheart." Thomas ran his free hand down my arm and laced his fingers through mine. "You'd think after a day they would get bored."

My erection is pushing against my pants, and soon her legs are tightly wrapped around me, causing Bob to look back from the driver's seat. "Can you wait to fuck each other until we have set up camp somewhere?" Bob asks bitterly. "Please, some of us are trying to focus on the road!" Garett snorts from the passenger seat. His feet are resting on the dashboard. "Someone needs to get laid." With silence understanding, Maeve and I exchange glances and try our hardest to keep it together—the odds of Bob getting laid are slim to none unless he finds a zombie girlfriend that doesn't mind his rotten patches.