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“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.

He stepped forward, holding out a hand. “Leah, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” I shook his hand; his grip was firm and strong. It was then I noticed a large bag in Logans hand. “What do you have there?” I probed. Jack stepped back, “Sir, I will leave you with the food. Let me know if there is anything else you need.”

He paused. “Hot as fuck.” Ava giggled. 'What a drama queen,' I thought to myself. “The last one sitting in the middle between Scarlett and Noah is Zachariah Diaz also Marcus’s sworn enemy.” He finished off his speech with a dramatic bow making us chuckle in response. “Sworn enemy?” Ava curiously asked. “Yeah, he kinda is the Captain of the boxing and swimming club.” “Woah, both?” A smirk formed on my face. “Yep.” He said popping the ‘p.’

OH BABY GRACE The hospital which felt scary had changed to full of warmth, Grace's confession was received by Mrs.Launtin with extraordinary happiness. Even the two men who had been outside the room, were now with them with a much more soothing conversation a family filled with love.Grace can feel the perfect family at a very young age, but has a high role because she is married to a man named Mr.Charmond.An adult man who has power and a big name as a billionaire.It sounds a bit unreasonable, but in reality that's what has happened.She doesn't care how people outside say that she is only taking advantage of Mr.Charmond who has enormous wealth, but up to this moment Grace herself is not inter

HUNTER’s POV We all turned to Brock who stood and brought back a huge book with ancient markings on it. Where did he even get that from? Dropping the book on the table, everyone sitting around it either coughed or pinched their nose as dust blasted through the air around us. “Oops, sorry,” Brock uttered as he opened the book. He flips through the pages until he stopped and looked like he found what he was searching for. “Oh, here it is,” he says and points at a passage on the book.

He said while continuing in his strides. The assistant rushed back into the ward to get the sandals. So it happened that the great Rohan, the feared and revered heir to the ancient Bon-Hwa family and the CEO to the greatest business enterprise in Z country, respected businessman world over. Schooled in the military academy, a trained FBI officer and a volunteer ghost FBI officer with the government of Z country. Walking barefooted on the premises of his own hospital running after a woman whom he did not even know very well.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

After the hugs, hellos and introductions, Noah offered them all beer from an ice chest he had out on the porch. They were all just as Bianca remembered them in high school only bigger, especially Abel who had always been the biggest and was now really big. Hector, Abel's younger brother, who had always been so much smaller than all of them since he was the youngest, was now just as tall as all of them, and his teenage frame was as she remembered they all were in high school—bigger than most teens.

I watch as his gaze slides over to Theo and he sees something that has his mouth falling open, a laugh escaping. “What the hell is that?” he asks, pointing to Theo’s bare chest. Theo furrows his brow, looking down at himself. “What?” I follow where Jax is pointing and right away, I see it. The name ‘Brooke’ in thick black ink, tattooed in large, swirly lettering across Theo’s left pec. Over his heart. I snort, shaking my head. “Jesus, man.” “What?!” Theo demands, looking from me to Jax.

The only thing keeping Alexandro grounded was the relentless pursuit of truth. Before he set sail again to search the eastern waters, he knew he had to learn everything he could. He had a name now—Maeron. A shadow of myth. A phantom whispered of in fear. If he was going to tear through the ocean to retrieve his wife, he needed to know who, or what, he was up against.