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she asks me eagerly. "Well my mom's sending me birthday money to pay anything I'm planning, but I have no idea what I'm going to do, much less what to use that money for," I reply, looking up at her with a conflicted expression written all over my face. "Natasha suggested we go clubbing but I told her you're not old enough yet and I'm not leaving you out." "Who is Natasha again?" Xeno asks as she tried to remember who Natasha is. "She's the girl you met when we went to watch DeadPool last year for my birthday, you know, the slim brown girl with the short hair." I say.

Not even a woman. It read: Project Creator: Kensington James. And under Status: Alive.

They were serviceable, but they believed that they could do better. Janine frowned. "How about we try finding other designers? I heard that the skins for Ourea’s Peaks back in the day were outsourced to this particular designer." Elliot asked, "Who?" "Onyx Oakey. He became famous overnight after he designed the game skins for Ourea’s Peaks. Recently, he hasn't been active online, but I checked, and he has a store. How about we go to his store tomorrow and look?" Elliot looked at it and thought that the things he designed were indeed very innovative. So, he agreed.

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He made no attempt to correct them. He was a sociopath with an obsession for power and a pattern of marrying teenage girls. He was a culmination of everything bad in one person. The tribe needed a glue. A heart. A Luna. Noah needed to find her. Fast. Because the ball was bouncing. And the box was shrinking.

"Alright, let's go over the plan," Theo said and everyone settled down. "Xania," I got up and winked at Leo who was grinning at me. "Well, I've already started with the paintings. I've already recreated two since the time of my 'theory'. Every painting will have a 'mistake' to show that it's a counterfeit, also the canvases are branded. These counterfeits are the three paintings that are the star of the show so-"

Standing tall in the uniform, the youngest packs Alpha in history. Eyes as cold as winter, beside him stood Rhea, Radiant, perfect and Victorious. Ronan stared at the screen like it had punched a hole through his chest. Now, as an Omega, all his emotions are written on his face. “He looks, “ his voice fading. “Different.” I didn't answer because the man on that screen barely resembled the boy we had known. The warmth was gone, and the reckless grin and stubborn devotion had all been washed away. Rhea made my heart ache as I looked at her.

Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution. Secondly, Creature is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Certain long-standing institutions (like the Royal Opera House and Bolshoi Ballet) are mentioned, but the characters involved are completely imaginary. . ｡༶・° T E R M I N O L O G Y °・༶ ｡.

Even the royal family can not control their Primordial Chaos magic as they need the blessing of Chaos, which they can only get from their ancestor, Samael. Creation Manipulation: the action or process of bringing something into existence, Creation magic is a form of magic that allows the users to shape various objects like weapons, armour, etc, Goddess of war Marcella possess this kind of magic, she can anything into a reality but there is a limit, magic comes with a price. -

Or maybe he is struggling with the loss of someone close to him, or maybe he has terrible nightmares each night and is looking for an outlet…I’m truly reaching at this point. Perhaps some of these explanations would make perfect sense, if it weren’t for the uneasy feeling in my stomach. The drawings are just so...unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Is Noah really like this? I can’t imagine he would be, from the times I’ve met him, but how could I gauge from those small moments what he is truly like? He’s drawn demon like creatures emerging from a smudge of darkness. Each have eyes void of all feeling, of all mortal like tendencies. Dark hooked claws reach out, almost completely off the page, lik