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I rushed forward like a madman to lift my father, but it was useless. From inside the car, Winnie looked down at his blood-soaked body with cold indifference. "Even now, your son still won't show up. What a wuss. "Don't worry. This is only the beginning. I'll make Andy understand the price of betraying me." I collapsed beside my father, numb, kneeling there for a long time before whispering, "I didn't betray you…" I did not disappear because I chose to. I disappeared because I was already dead.

I used it to **sacrifice**. I drove the staff into the ground at the girl’s feet. "I reclaim the debt!" I roared, my voice vibrating with a power that cracked the sky. "I take back the life I gave! I am the Origin, and I am the End!" The violet light from the girl’s eyes was sucked into the staff. The black threads began to unravel, winding around the golden wood. The girl looked at me one last time—her face clear, her violet eyes full of a strange, peaceful recognition.

Then— thump. God. Silence. Fair. A terrible silence. Reasonable honestly. Then came the scream. God. Not a scream of pain. Fair. A scream of betrayal. Reasonable. Because heroes weren't supposed to fall. God. Heroes definitely weren't supposed to fall in front of flowers. Fair. The humiliation alone was devastating. Reasonable honestly. Then Elena appeared. God. Instantly. Fair. Because mothers always appear instantly. Reasonable. It's one of their powers. God.

She carefully turned her neck to the direction of the front doors where just by the side stood a man whose silhouette bore a striking resemblance to Jaxon, one she could pick out even in the darkness of the night. He was just—older. His father, she realized. The look he gave her was dark, piercing and deliberate, freezing her in place. “Oh dear,” Naomi started again. “Are you cold? You are freezing. I will get you a jacket. Do you want one?” Upon seeing Kallista's lack of response, Naomi Hawthorne followed the direction of her gaze. “Oh for the love of God,” she muttered and then yelled out, “Cillian drop the daggers! And come on, let's go home.”

“And when you do, so will he and I will then step in and do what I want with him.” “No…” I gasped. “You’ll never win…” He leaned in close. “But I already am.” And just as his hand reached out to touch my face, the ground shook. A loud growl echoed through the trees. The vines loosened slightly. Hyperion turned, his face twisting into a snarl. “No… not yet…” A silver light broke through the forest, cutting through the shadows. And I saw him. Thane. His wolf form…massive, furious, glowing with Alpha power.

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

Hero seriously asked with his eyes all to Shasha. "Locate me? Why?" Shasha suddenly felt scared. "Dad sent some people to find you, I did also after I normalized myself. They searched the whole city and town where you are and also the neighboring cities," Hero said still staring at Shasha immensely. "I was in Amadore city in one of its town. They can not recognized me maybe because I cut my hair so short and put big moles on my face. So they are looking at someone with my old pics," she seriously blurted out but smiled.

Sora growled. Sora pressed Aidan’s arm against the wall until his sibling’s bone snapped with a sickening *crack*. His silver eyes glowed with an ice-cold hatred, ready to tear apart anything that had ever tried to control his life. Vardan stood behind him, staring at his hybrid’s back with a mixture of pride and horror. Their bond was now permanent, sealed with blood, pain, and a transformation that could never be reversed. The great war had just begun, and Sora was the storm that would destroy everything.

My body was entirely bare, and she was eager to fuck him at that very moment if it were possible. Hero's hands gently circled mine, and he carefully flipped us over so that he was now lying on top of me. “You're not her,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “I know you're not Zara. And we're not going to take advantage of that.” My heart was racing. I closed my eyes tightly and whispered, 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you away all those years. Please forgive me.’ The barrier around me began to disappear, melting away like ice cream on a hot day. Suddenly, I felt a rush of energy as I regained control of my body. My eyes snapped open, and I saw Hero hovering above me. I was ba

Badmus said after being silent for a while now. I feel like plunging him and making him pay for all that he made me do, however, I am powerless. He has money and power and I have only my mother who is on a sick bed. Tears wanted to drop, but I forced them in, I can't let him see my tears, he doesn't deserve it.