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The Phantom Blade was too light for something designed to end a life. It sat in Damian’s palm, a sliver of polished titanium that seemed to pull the nursery’s amber light into its edge. Damian didn’t look like a man whose estate was currently being dismantled by orbital strikes. He looked like a man who had finally solved a tedious riddle. He rotated the needle between his thumb and forefinger, his movements slow, deliberate, and terrifyingly steady. "The lion’s head engraving," he murmured.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

Claire said lovingly, caressing the woodwork. “Oh, I guess it would. I wonder.” Blake said, and in his hand was a Spirit Stone. He placed it on the seat of the chair. The Spirit Qi inside the stone was sucked out at an alarming rate, and there was nothing left but dust in a few minutes. “It’s like a dry sponge submerged in water,” Tabitha said.

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Michael said coldly, "The Blade of the Rising Sun contains the condensation of the heavenly flames. It does not visibly burn, but anything that comes into contact with the blade will evaporate in the blink of an eye without even leaving any ashes behind. Are you ready to meet your doom?" "No," Wilbur said calmly. Michael roared furiously. "Take this!" He ducked to the side, swinging the Blade of the Rising Sun towards Wilbur. Wilbur darted away, moving about ten meters to the side. The spot where he had been standing erupted with a loud boom. Countless black cracks appeared within a ten-meter radius of the space. Wilbur frowned. The Blade of the Rising Sun seemed to be capable of disintegrat

She narrowed her eyes at me with great suspicion. Curious, Blake decided to do as she said. He grabbed a few crystals, pricked my finger, taking a few drops of blood, and got to work. He had a large book open before him, reading its contents as if it were a holy grail. His brows pinched as he concentrated and his lips were pressed together so tightly they were almost nonexistent. He made some odd concoction and added my blood to its dark liquid. He swirled it in the vial, causing the liquid to change to a glowing white. It made me think of the way a glow stick glows at night, only it was white and it was daytime. I can only imagine how it would light up a dark room. Blake's eyes snapped to m

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

... Colin froze, then scoffed, "Come on. You're 29 and still so childish? You think this trick will get my attention?" His friends echoed him one after another. "Know your distance." "An ugly duckling can't beat a swan." "Are you jealous, pulling this stunt to embarrass him?" Joyce bowed her head, sounding pitiful. "I'll pay you. Does $20,000 work for you? Just don't hassle Colin anymore. He called you here for my sake. If you're mad, take it out on me."

She asked her warm breath fanning my bare chest. "More like alive." I responded. She shot her head up. "Were you dead before?" "I think so." I smirked. "I'm wet." She blinked at me. Oh my goodness. Who admits things just like that? Literally nobody, it was just my Marvelous, baby Chloe. "Can I help you?" "No." She blushed now. "It's daylight!" Oh God, she was just too cute and innocent. "We'll put on blinders." I suggested smiling broadly.

"What does this have to do with my sister?" "Come here," Liam waved his hand to follow him to the podium, which was located right in the middle of the room. Mila followed him and stood beside him. She saw a white stone, shining brightly and was only as high as Mila's chest. “There is one book that is far more powerful than all the books in this room.” Liam tapped his finger on the white rock in front of them. "That book should be here." "Don't tell me now you are accusing my sister of stealing this book?" Mila narrowed her eyes at Liam.