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she asks, the big black guy turns around and looks at her only to reveal a pair of green eyes, what a contrast to his dark skin she thought, he looked smart, his height is something she will have to keep in her mind for a few days, but something was off, he had a scent, and it’s been a long time since she’s come in contact with a student that was like her, he had a scent but it wasn’t strong, it was like something was covering his scent like it was covered up by a heavy wood. “I’m sorry” for a huge guy, he cowers a lot, charlotte noticed the way his back was hunched, and even his hoodie looked like it has seen better days, she looked down only to notice the man had scars. And his hands were

Spending a lot of time with Amaya, he now knew that authorship in the medical journals was very important. “Maybe“ Lucas responded, caught off guard by Tresh’s question. “Maybe?” Tresh asked. Lucas decided never to undermine Tresh again and came clean “Not really. It’s not that we wanted to exclude Dr Reed but the supervisor has to sign a declaration and it’s impossible for a deceased to sign” Tresh surprisingly understood Lucas’ problem “Isn’t there a special circumstances section where you state a reason for a missing supervisor’s signature?” he asked, surprising himself. He was really spending too much time with Amaya.

I asked, my eyebrows raising softly. Cole's expression was that kind of mischievous look that meant whatever was inside it was going to become everyone's problem within the hour. He reached in and produced, with genuine ceremony, a novelty straw of such extraordinary dimensions that it took a full second to process. Architecturally unsound, engineered for a deeply committed approach to beer consumption. Hori and Sean both stood there, looking at it with excitement like they had just witnessed the second coming of christ. Kyrian looked at it for a long moment, then at Cole.

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

Ryu effortlessly removed his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair, settling in comfortably. Ryu frequently goes to this bar whenever he found himself having a hard time working on his ideas and creativity, which seemed to be a common occurrence for him. He was particularly fond of the establishment's relaxed ambiance and the profound conversations that ensued among the customers after they had indulged in a few drinks. "The coffee they serve here is exceptional," Ryu remarked, breaking the silence. Yuka nodded in agreement, inhaling the rich scent of coffee that permeated the air. The bar initially served only alcoholic beverages, but due to popular demand, the management decided

says grandmother offhandedly. I stare at the woman in bewilderment. You probably think my grandmother is just a sweet, over-protective old lady, and to that, I laugh. Grandma Viridis is more infamously known by the codename Oculus, so named because she enjoyed killing people by gouging out their eyes and keeping them as a memento before she retired. She’s 78 and stands at 5’6” with shoulder-length pure white voluminous hair that she keeps combed to the side. Her skin is still a medium olive tone with slight liver spots around the edges of her face, with the harsh signs of age creating jowls along the edges of her mouth. Her eyes are a deep dark, brown, almost as dark as her soul with perfect

Oscar gave a stern warning. “You need to balance your books and I have given you a solution. You shouldn’t concern yourself with other things” he added then walked over to Celine. “I see you’re learning fast” Oscar complimented her. She just gave a soft smile. She cannot look at Oscar straight in the eye. “It’s the least I could do. I don’t know how else can I help him” she said honestly. “Are you familiar with Brent Hardwood or Clarence Finn’s works?” did she hear him correctly?