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Allen Old also has other people around him, such as Big Bear and Jena, especially Big Bear. Sister Jena, in Snow Citadel is a famous flower contact, she can also use official means to find trouble for herself, but can't she also turn Jena sister into an idiot? Sister Jena have not grudges or hatred, and we probably haven't done anything that destroys the heavens. If we really did that, it went against our moral heart and delayed our practice. Old Allen saw Cadell Marcus suddenly sitting there motionless. He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

I can even start to understand where they were going with any of this. “I don’t know who this person was or is but their grip on reality has slipped so far that I don’t think they will ever get it back.” I heard Brenda say. “Have either of you been able to find anything that will tell us who this is,” I asked looking at the two women at the table with me. The only response I get is head shakes. I set the book down and leaned forward resting my elbows on the table. “So from what I have read this person believes that he will be able to use Heather to produce some kind of army that he would be able to control. He seems to be taking the warped idea that those former Council members had and warpe

My heart raced with excitement, and my imagination soared with endless possibilities. Among the many faces in our pack, one stood out like a beacon—Brian Knight, the Alpha's son. Ever since I was 12 years old, the moment I laid eyes on him, a fire ignited in my chest. His confidence and strength captured my admiration, and I found myself daydreaming about him more times than I could count. I would often steal glances in his direction during pack gatherings, my cheeks flushing as I imagined what it would be like to be his chosen one.

Occasionally, I find myself fantasizing about what it would be like to resemble a Kindred warrior rather than a mere human. I gently shift my body to the side, making sure to maintain contact with the mirror. I let out a deep sigh, as if releasing a weight from my chest. Oh, how I long to be like the rest of the species on Mahji, willing to sacrifice my soul and source of energy to do so. To be embraced and included. I appreciate the beauty of the caramel skin tone, the long legs, muscular thighs, and the prominent curve of the backside that gracefully flows into the elegant line of the spine and broad shoulders. Shit… My boobs appear perky and perfect. Designed to fit comfortably in a Kindr

My heartbeat started to increase rapidly, because of what I'm seeing right now and I'm bothering for my life as if it continues my heart will explode anytime soon. "Sheila, you are really. really... really... a stupid. Go and collect your award from him." I mentally slapped. I have no idea how I had ended up in this situation. He was another version of Hitler and known as arrogant, which was written in the article. His personality is still unpredictable who has no limit to reach his desire, which may cost for another life too.

There’s something there, something raw and unguarded, that made me think he could have been different if he’d been given the chance. If Alaric had been born into a normal life—a simple life—he could have been the perfect guy. The kind of man who would make me breakfast on a lazy Sunday morning, who’d hold my hand at the movies, who’d argue with me about which show to binge-watch next. It’s almost laughable to imagine him like that, this big, intimidating figure doing something as mundane as grocery shopping. But it’s not impossible. I could picture it, and that’s what scared me. Because that man doesn’t exist. He can’t. Not in this world.