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Distant shapes moving through the treeline. Wolves. Dozens of them. And at the front, a woman in crimson. Her red eyes glowed in the darkness. Ravenna. She'd brought an army. --- **End of Chapter 7**

He adds as the last paragraph. I open the next page with intriguing attempt and continue. "I am worthy before Master. Finally. He spills his blood into a bowl and passes it to me. I am to drink it, and I did without hesitation. Master has warned me to accept his invite. My interest in being a vampire will make it a thrilling experience."

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.

I went to sleep at a reasonable hour and woke up the next morning and did it again. The interesting part was watching what everyone else did. The financial press was largely respectful, some of it genuinely admiring. Two major publications ran long analytical pieces on the acquisition strategy and both of them used the word masterclass at least once. The business community was fascinated in the specific way it is fascinated by a story it did not see coming, which meant the story had legs and the coverage kept building on itself without me having to do anything to feed it.

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

Master said in his creepy voice. Lekini spat mouthful of blood by hearing such words from Master, and she said, "you raised me for your own benefits, you are calling me a traitor but look at yourself, who are you? you are no more less than a beggar who survived by begging others powers. " Master was annoyed by hearing such words from Lekini but he doesn't want to waste more time, so he asked his followers to start the process of taking energy stones from their bodies. Andrew brought two similar looking books and placed them in front of Master. Master opened those books and started reading a mantra from those books.

Chapter 11 The Rescue Victor wasn’t quite as fierce with his chores the rest of the day, but had not calmed down enough for people to ask what it had been all about. It had felt good to beat on the captain and that idiot who insulted him. Why did he say I couldn’t break him? That would have been so much more satisfying. She thought to herself as she headed back to the tent after completing the chores assigned to Victor. She thought she caught a glimpse of a shadow that moved and made up her mind to do some hunting.

He would have killed that girl then and there, but he need the name of the poison which she used on that sword to paralyze Irina. The Raven Prince is the most powerful and feared among all the dragon clans. No one has the potential to stop him or go against him. He is just twenty-five, but dragons who are more experienced than him are all scared of him. No one can win over him. His word is a law and no one would dare to go against it. But for the first time, a slave is living even after being at the receiving end of his wrath. "Did you find anything about who she is and where she came from?" Cadmus asked the chief commander of his army.

And the person who knocked on the door had opened Deffin's room, he was very surprised to see the scene before his eyes. Unknowingly he squeezed the file that Deffin ordered to deliver him, in his heart he couldn't stop cursing his young master. "Damn! The Young Master is getting back at me, just because I can't be intimate with Elma, he is now paying back by showing off his affection, and damn I'm jealous!" Roy muttered to himself after closing the door directly to Deffin's room. * * *