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Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly the two heavyweights slowly fell asleep without realizing it. “Boss, I have checked all the goods, very good.” The powerful man standing in the dark quietly smoked a cigarette, each faint ring of smoke made it difficult for others to understand what he was thinking. The old man nodded slightly, threw away the cigarette, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice. The voice was cold as if it had no temperature. "Return."

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

“Come on, dude. The head, Mr. Silver, won’t agree with this.” He shrugged. “I’m gonna choose the code name agent Dark,” he just said. Spencer just stared at him in disbelief.

With some bragging, she welcomed to laugh, Ardina couldn't hold back, this bragging witch really doesn't suit her " Shall we begin?" She asked, after a silence that lasted for a few moments, when Zayn murmured, gently kissing his girlfriend's hand, then leaving her and walking behind Naina. The one who was wearing black leather leggings with a shirt whose first buttons were open,. "This witch is not cute" Her wolf told her, " Why demon?" Meaning exhaled from the new nickname that was given to him and did not like it! To answer transparently , "It's not related. Do you not fear for Rafeeq and his stupid wolf? You know witches are always attractive."

“The Blackwood Academy — a place where elites connect to elites, and the rich get richer.” ♣️ ETHAN ♣️ “Are you sure you’re good?” Marlene asked, concerned. “Yes, I’m fine. Want to spend the night at my place?” I teased, and she laughed. “You’re trying to get yourself killed, right?” she shot back, smiling. “What’s the worst that could happen? Caspian or Thane coming after me for daring to touch their sister?” I said, and she chuckled.

LIGHT'S POV My name is Light, Light Greyjoy, daughter of Liara and Aaron Greyjoy. Although most people say you act as you're named, some say your name determines what you are. However, I was different or maybe they were hypocrites, as in my case, I was the complete opposite of my name, I was darkness, I was terror and I was destruction. I didn't bring joy and happiness like my parent and everyone else expected, rather I was the terror that hunted their night. I was their darkness, I was their pain, their fear, and their tears. I light greyjoy, was the greatest villain of my time.

“Don’t ever use that name. That isn’t who I am.” “Oh, do you want to hear what other nicknames you acquired during your time of being feral? The Bloody Snow Wolf, Frost the Bloody, and Destroyer are just a few of those. Don’t you like them?” He squats down in front of me, flashing the knife just where I can see it. “Come on, Kendric, aren’t you going to say something?” “What would you like for me to say? You know that secret has long since been buried and must remain that way for everyone’s sake. He doesn’t exist anymore. I made sure what happened was covered for good.”

Just calm. Quiet confidence. "Not much info on him," Dante admitted. "Kyrian Volkov. Famous Model & Actor in Russia. Omega. 21." Enzo Romano whistled. "An Omega that tall? 6'4"? Rare." "That's why people think he's an Alpha," Dante said. "That's it. No other info. Seems the Volkovs hide him from the underworld." "Ooh," Matteo teased. Leaned forward. "He really is the Volkov treasure, huh, Big Brother?"

“Because I follow light. Because I prove darkness is necessary. Because I demonstrate that nothing is valuable.” “I am Void,” said the Fourth Dark. “Because I am emptiness. Because I am absent. Because I am what existence fears and what existence becomes.” “I am Silence,” said the Fifth Dark. “Because I am the absence of sound. Because I am what noise drowns. Because I am what peace truly is.” “I am Cold,” said the Sixth Dark. “Because I am the absence of warmth. Because I am what heat flees. Because I am what nothing truly feels like.”

She had once been the feared Queen of Witches, until the werewolves destroyed everything she had built and left her to die. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer a queen but a powerless werewolf. Stripped of her magic, her position, and the life she had once known, she was forced to survive among the very people responsible for her downfall. Then there was the man who had led the massacre. He claimed she was his mate and wanted her as his Luna. She would gladly accept it.