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He curled himself more, as much as the bounds permitted, trying to evade the midnight cold. She watched him in fear, his face without a trace of the smile lines that normally fit in. He pulled the television out, took them upstairs and returned again. “What are you doing?” he would not answer her questions, nor did he cast a glance at her. He took the table out, piece by piece, he cleared the room of every comfort. Next, he took away the bed, now it could be called the dungeon. He unscrewed the light bulbs one after another and scrubbed the room of everything that gave her comfort till it was left with just empty space. She wrapped her hand around her body, silently sobbing.

The two people sat next to each other on the worn-out couch. The only source of illumination in the dark, dank basement was the laptop in front of them. They were wearing identical black hoodies and black jeans, with a metallic mask covering the lower half of their face. It distorted their voices, which was convenient because they weren’t supposed to know each other’s identity. “We need code names,” one said to the other, typing away on the laptop. “Alright, I’ll be Star One,”

Veronica says. Why am I getting deja vu right now? “Why? What happened?” “It is…definitely not my story to tell.” She stood up with her tray walking towards the trash can and Rhea followed. “See you later, Ava.” Why was I such a slow eater?! * “So as after class work, let's all think about two people that we can say we trust wholeheartedly. Next class, we’ll review it.” Mr Hobbs who was the general therapy teacher said.

Minus’ voice made my insides feel like they were filled with bubbles coated in butter. I cleared my throat. “Worry? Why? What is there to worry about?” “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” “So, there is something to worry about?” “I said forget it,” Minus said, his tone shifting from concern to impatience. “No. You said don’t worry about it. Which implies there is an ‘it’ and that there is a reason to fear said ‘it.’” “Goddammit, Cricket, would you please listen to me for a second,” he hissed. “I’m not sure what Viper knows or what kind of surveillance he might have on us.”

Guvis's pain skyrocketed when he moved. His attack was large as it destroyed the ground I stood on. Knocking chunks of dirt and rock into the air. I had [Lightning Weave] out of the way and out of his sight. I was now close to his claw. I could see the hard work he had put in—the scars on his claws from practicing. Yet, the practice is different from real life. I removed his claw from his body with one fluid motion, and I quickly did the same for the rest of his limbs. His pain coursed through me violently, and I threw up. Synchronization: 50%(-50%).

It was an action that only fed into the affectionate grunge to the pair and the room around them; a grime of all love-y and all sappy, all sexy and all rough. "Get off, I have a little more work I have to do," Genevieve's coy smirk only grew as she reached behind herself, pushing the lid of the laptop closed in the absence of her gaze, movements slow, eyes daring.

"Your sister will make a much better mate than you ever could have. I Lane Walker Carter, reject you Nova Rain Storms as my mate." He spits on me one last time, and with that he starts to walk away. I don't know if it's because I'm already in so much pain, but his rejection didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Painful yes, but not like the stories I've heard of people feeling like they're dying. Maybe it's because I'm already dying? I manage to get my final words out "I Nova Rain Storms, accept your rejection." I shift into my wolf form. Knowing it's the only way I might survive this, we just heal faster when in our wolf form. I think about all the signs I missed.

Their usual polished and fashionista personas had all gone down the drain. After I signed the documents, I left the group chat in front of them. A system message stating, 'Madison Ziegler left,' was displayed on all their screens. "Don't ever let me see you again," I warned. Then, I put my phone in my pocket and sauntered out of the court. The sun felt warm on my face as I basked in the relief of having completely severed ties with these so-called best friends. I was now renting a luxury one-bedroom apartment near my company.

Isaac said seductively, causing me to cringe. Hayden's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and I struggled to hold back my own laughter as I looked at him. He clicked the VideoChat icon in the corner but kept the camera turned off. Soon, Isaac's face appeared on the screen. A smirk appeared on Isaac's face as he switched to his back camera, aiming it at his exposed erection. He gave it a pump, groaning, while Hayden flipped over and buried his face in my chest, laughing quietly. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but join in the laughter.