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My eyes followed his disappearing figure as he walked deeper into darkness. I stood up immediately as Xaphan was about to help me to make me stand on my feet. I don't want this murderer to touch me with his bloody hands. I instantly sat in the car and succumb to the corner as there is no scope of running. He gave me a side smirk before tucking his gun at the back and sat beside me. He didn't say anything to me in the whole journey as he was busy in his world. I was not able to forget the murder that I have just witnessed. The blood, their dead bodies, and that wide eyes are coming in front of me again and again.

The pit yawned open beneath her, bodies piled without ceremony, limbs tangled, faces obscured. Elizabeth’s stomach clenched. She saw herself thrown among them—fevered, delirious, mouth open in a scream that tore raw at her throat. She felt again the pressure, the crushing demand to keep breathing when the world no longer made room for it. From this perspective, it was dense and layered with endings. Each one distinct. Each one complete. No confusion. No chaos. Just the accumulated gravity of lives that had reached their final moment and stayed there. She felt the exact instant Malachor had closed around her: the one thing in the pit that did not turn away when movement ceased.

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Rena's life force enveloped her like a wild fire. "Back in the days, I used to think Badbloods are evil" she continued. "Now I realized, it is because we gave them reasons to think of us that we are. The humans hate us and then we hate them in return. Look what all of us got of our hatred towards each other, a world where no one is safe. A broken world"

He was about to say something, but I cut him,"Don't you dare to say anything. Because now I had enough. You said alot now its my turn. What you think of yourself? You are not God Akash. This is not hell ,Who will punish other on their mistake. I wish someone could ease my pain. I'm human and I have feelings and heart. I'm not like you Akash. I will never forgive you for what you've done. I will never forgive you for sending Dhruv to rape me. Have you ever thought how it feels when someone going to get rape?? Do you even think for once before saying anything that how will it feels to others??And you slapped me till I am faint your are such a devil. From childhood I always live in hell, my unc

"Tell me every detail about it then." " Sir a murder has taken place in the backstreet asylum at night, a man was murdered in his ward. A mental patient? Why would anyone kill a mental patient, sir? And guess what sir, same way of murder. His throat was slit," He threw out the words as fast as possible. "Is he back?" The commissioner stood up from his seat immediately. "Yes, sir he is." "Dev Mathur the Serial killer and the most wanted gangster Is back?" "Yes."

“Which pack, Cal?” Finally he met my gaze again. His eyes had gone small. “Hellhounds.” I needed a few seconds before I could respond. The Hellhounds were a pack that I would sure as shit rather not have anything to do with. They were nothing but trouble. Filthy rich but low-class lovers of mayhem with a long lineage in organized crime. Their Alphas were notorious for shuffling in and out of prison. They ran the show inside the prisons, too—mob bosses, you might call them.

My gaze snapped to him. Fix it?! Who the hell talked about dead bodies as if they were a situation to be fixed?! Suddenly, my insides felt as if someone had poured liquid nitrogen on them. More and more tidbits of our conversation slipped into my consciousness and a sneaky suspicion was beginning to build in my head. It built and built until there was a blaring red siren at the back of my skull. And it screamed something to the tune of: HOLY FUCK! THEY’RE THE MAFIA!!!

she murmured softly, her voice barely audible for fear of waking him. Her eyes remained locked on him as her thoughts wandered. She recalled how casually Leonard dismissed the injury on the back of his head, claiming it was something he was used to. It baffled her, though she chastised herself for being so naïve. Leonard Hugues wasn’t an ordinary man—he was part of a criminal syndicate. As a high-ranking member of the Lafleur mafia, his life was anything but safe. Each day was a battle for survival in a world where the strong devoured the weak, and in the mafia, survival came by any means necessary. Leonard, no stranger to this reality, had lived in its shadows since he was a boy.

In leaving, she carried not only the weight of her memories but the burden of a secret too dark to share with anyone. The shadow that took Tomoya and Takumi still lingered in her nightmares, as real and terrifying as it had been that day. She had escaped the carnage, but she could never truly outrun the horrors of her past. Indeed, Jess's misfortune seemed to compound when she found herself entangled with a man whose psychopathic tendencies were matched only by his connections to a criminal syndicate. This syndicate, in turn, had its own dark affiliations, particularly with a woman whose fate was shrouded in ominous ties to the supernatural. The entanglement seemed almost fated, a confluence