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If the expression of ' if looks could kill' was real, then, the stranger should have been killed by Isaac's stares. Oblivious of the way Isaac was irritated, Lilith and Xavier meekly helped the stranger up. " Hey, are you okay?" Xavier asked as he snapped the stranger from his daze by snapping his fingers while Lilith waved her hands in front of his face. " Enough! He is awake, now leave the questions to me." Isaac exclaimed while he stood from the couch and walked right in front of the stranger. Lilith immediately left the stranger and stood beside Isaac. She planned to stop any possible attack Isaac might want to impose on the stranger if he didn't get satisfied with the answer he would ge

"Look around, do not be blind. Pay attention to everyone that's moving here, where they are staying and where they go when they are disappearing. It's easy to get justice for this two pitiful dead wolves." "What are you talking about and what you're trying to say?!" Rosco used his speed to move closer towards the stranger who is still standing perfectly still. His eyes are focused on the surroundings. Rosco even searched for any possible movement but so far everything seems fine. They don't feel any wolves that the stranger is with. "Well, to tell you directly. I know who killed your both beloved sons." "How-" Before Rosco finished his words, Dena already interrupted him, taking a step forwa

The ground trembles lightly when their feet touch down. Aaron exhales. “Well.” His voice sounds darker now. “There they are.” Dylan frowns. “Who the hell are they?” Aaron’s eyes stay locked on the strangers. “Challengers.” My stomach twists. The tallest one steps forward. His voice echoes strangely, like two voices speaking at once. “We have arrived.” The sound crawls across my skin. Elias mutters behind us. “Great. They talk like horror movies.” The silver-eyed stranger studies us carefully.

After the Stranger had sent the last of his attacker injured and sprawling on to the floor with a super slamming punch, he turned and smiled coldly at the bald tattooed man with the revolver, who backed away in fright— till he bumped against the wall visibly shaking with fear. “You should’ve taken my earlier offer, go on take your crippled dogs and leave!” the Stranger ordered. He readily complied, as he tried to assist each of his fallen men, to stand up and hasten out of there; to be on their way, as soon as possible, as safely far away manageable, from the Stranger’s proximity! The group: crawled, limped and walked, with the assistance of each other and they left, as fast as they painfull

"Not for long." Trent rolled before the stranger finished pulling the trigger. The blast hit the dirt beside him. Trent kept moving as the gunman kept firing, only his speed and reflexes saving him from all but a light scoring along his side. A rustle in the brush saw his assailant whirling to fire as a pair of huge shapes leapt from the shadows, with Marc and Darren finally making an appearance. They tackled the stranger, who seemed not at all perturbed he had to fight off wolves. Even more fucked up, he almost got the upper hand until Marc got his teeth around the stranger's neck.

I don't think we will ever be that happy ever again. Not without Dad... We must press charges! Mr. Clarkson must pay! ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ The following night, a stranger appears at our doorstep. One look at him and I realize that it's Mr. Clarkson. The killer! I want to pounce on him so hard and slit his throat and cut his head off but I have to control myself. I don't want to do anything stupid and end up putting Mom under more stress. She's dealing with too much already...

“Now.” “No.” His hand found mine and squeezed weakly. “I’m begging you, Ariana,” he rasped. The stranger tilted his head, amused by our whispering. "Touching, really. But this ends now." Cole growled under his breath. “You want her,” he said, voice rough, “you’re gonna have to kill me first.” The stranger smirked. "That’s the plan." He lifted the gun. Straight at Cole. For one terrifying second, everything froze.

"Look what I brought. Mr. Nakamura gave this to me for us to share." "Wow, that looks amazing," Francis said, eyeing the neatly packed containers. "What a nice gesture." "Yeah, let's dig in," Larry added, reaching for the first container. As they started to unpack the meal and distribute the food, Via found her mind wandering back to her encounter with Stacey earlier. The brief interaction left her feeling unsettled, and she couldn't shake the tension it had stirred within her. Jessica, sitting next to Via, noticed her friend's distracted expression. "Hey, Via, are you okay? You seem a bit out of it."

They were going to weaponize that against him and wrap up the case as fast as possible. However, I could not understand the motive for the stranger's death. Had they just killed him to prove that they could get to Allison? "The ones who killed Mr Laurent and the stranger, understood body chemistry and knew how to make a cardiac arrest look natural." The room tightened around me as Charles spoke. There was only one person on Earth that I knew could do such a thing. But that person was already dead. "You suspect the person Allison described, don't you? The one with the hoodie."