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I remembered her every second I thrust deep into Thea. "Don't cross the line, Thea. Your job is to be my slut and offer me sex every time I need it. Never invite me again if you want to still be alive" I shot dangers at her while speaking. She nodded slowly and watched as me dress to leave. I left the building and went to the car. The only thing on my mind right now is to find that killer girl, fuck that attitude out of her and then kill her.

bakit parang tinutusok yung dibdib ko bakit parang gusto kong umiyak ngayon? Dahil siguro ay umasa akong totoo yung sinasabi nya pero fuck asf?!Hindi naman pala sinabi nya lang yun para hindi ko sya patayin at matakasan nya ako,Pero....Papaanongnalam ni investigator na buhay ang si manuel wala akong sinabi sakanya na hindi ko napatay si manuel?

A person had handled the book the way a person handles a thing he understands is important to the person it belongs to. I had not, until I was standing at the Cs at the back of a bookstore, let myself understand that the small placement on the arm of the chair was, in the entire vocabulary of small gestures the Verdict Killer had been making in my direction for two months, the most specific and most accurate of them. I took the book off the shelf. I held it. ── I did not buy it.

My eyes met with the highly in demand book that everyone seemed to want as it laid on the ground near the vampire. I picked it up without any second as I struggled to maintain its raw power within my hands. I could feel all of the magic radiating off of it in bulks but I still held onto tight. His eyes met mine just as I took hold of the book before he attempted to pry it out of my hands. “Hand it over , Hunter…this is none of your concern,” I could hear the underlying threat within his words but I didn’t care. “No! This seems to be the reason for all of this bloodshed and carnage. Why did you kill all of those people on the bus huh? Who are all these people after you and why do they want th

Let's focus on the problem at hand. Keira took a moment, watched them all look to her. Keira: Are you sure about your intel? Kate: Calvin Hunter was our killer. It stands to reason— Keira: I can't take it stands to reason to The Table's Assembly, especially after what happened in Venatores. Get me something by The Table's Assembly before we lose another damn Seat Number 12.

My book boyfriend. I had even gotten my stele and ruins ready. "But I like that girl." Wearing a smug look, Kabir sat opposite to me. "Some guts she has to tear your book and not even saying sorry." "She killed my boyfriend." I pinned him with my glare. "By the angels, she killed him." "I'm alive, bookworm." He passed his gaze through the tissue balls grazing his new apartment floor, frowning. "You make too much mess some days."

“I went straight to the rival guys. Got over fifty g’s per kid but I would’ve fucking executed them for free. Once that was done though, there was no way I could stop. That group, the Polanski’s, they’re a big fucking crime family around here. You can’t just off six of their guys and expect to walk away without a consequence. I needed some sort of protection. I met Booker pretty soon after that. He set me up with some connections, helped me do it ‘freelance’. He gets me jobs, people who have done fucked up, disgusting things, and in return, he makes sure I’m untouchable.” “Why didn’t you tell me before?” “I didn’t think it would change anything,” he murmured, face now turned to observe hers.

The sun was totally down and the sky was pale gold in color. He dusted it as they gathered around it, he turned the front cover and saw a name, boldly written in red ink, looks more like blood. *SARAH BELLOS. IN LIBRO DE MORTE* "Whoa!" Elena exclaimed taking the book from him. "It belongs to Sarah?" Laura asked as they stared at each other. "Then Sarah was the one here and the killer was after her" Alex suggested with folded arms as he thought deeply. "Let's get out of here, I don't like this fog and these crows, seems creepy to me. And hell, it's getting dark" Peter said as he stared at how foggy the graveyard was getting and they agreed to what he said observing the fog and the crow too.

“The killer left a book of matches from the bar where he grabbed her.” Hernandez turned back toward the body. A couple of feet from the woman’s head, just outside the dark pool of blood, he saw a shiny red and white matchbook. His stomach rolled. “Oh shit,” he groaned.