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“Three little ants, I’ll crush your bodies into ten thousand pieces and annihilate your divine forms.” He once again erupted with an immense and boundless power, quickly shrouding the realm in purple-blue.

Let's just leave the world as prettily as we can, alright? She then held my hand up—the hand that was covered with cracks, blisters, and black chilblains from years of collecting garbage, washing dishes, and other miscellaneous odd jobs. My joints and knuckles were large and deformed, and my whole hand felt dry and rough like dead tree bark. Mom sobbed as she slathered a thick layer of the face cream onto my hideous wounds, rubbing frantically and trying to let the oils seep into my skin to smooth out the cracks.

My heart thumped heavily. “Relax already. Your red eyes don’t scare me. We were just talk—” the words in Duke’s mouth died. Damian punched him hardly, making him to stagger. Blood streaked from Duke’s nose “You broke my nose!” He yelled and lurched forward to punch Damian. Damian caught his fist and punched him again. Gbam! Duke went mad. He lifted Damian and landed him on the floor. Kitchen utensils went flying. Damian was soon on him, and they started to exchange blows.

With a final surge of energy, I unleashed a powerful onslaught, striking the vampire with a flurry of blows that staggered him momentarily. Seizing the opportunity, I sprang forward, teeth sinking into his shoulder, the taste of his vile essence flooding my senses. But even as my jaws clamped down, the vampire's cunning prevailed. With a swift motion, he twisted his body, using my own momentum against me. I was thrown off balance, crashing into the restroom's porcelain fixtures. Pain radiated through my body, momentarily stunning me. Pain radiated through my body as I crashed into the unforgiving porcelain fixtures, the impact shattering the delicate balance I had fought so hard to maintain.

There's nothing left for me. CJ squeezed his eyes shut, and his body crumpled in on itself. "Why are you doing this? We've been through a lot to get to this point and faced hardships and conflicts together. What makes you think I want to let you go? All I want is for Kia to get help and…"

With wide eyes, a tightly clenched jaw, and both fists tightly clenched, Kenan walked quickly toward us. He threw a hard punch at Marko, making him stagger backward. Lenny and the other two girls immediately stepped back in panic. "Bastard! You dare touch her?!" Kenan snapped while giving another punch quickly toward Marko. Unprepared Marko again fell to the floor with a bang. He stood up quickly and tried to counter Kenan, but of course, Kenan was much faster than him. Kenan gave Marko a barrage of punches. Lenny and the others screamed in fear.

She looked at Dan taken aback, he was looking Dangerous, looking like a beast. Jacob stood up suddenly after regaining his composure and hit Dan on his lips bruising his lips in the process. Dan stared at him angrily and grabbed us collar and started punching him repeatedly. "You are jerk, trying to fixed yourself on my woman and in my own hospital!" He yelled as he continued to punch until Jacob fell to the ground half conscious. Blood was already splashed on the ground d and Jacob's face was badly bruised, he was coughing out blood. "How dare you touch her?!" He yelled and grabbed his collar before raining him punches again until he was almost at the verge of passing out.

I would be with him for my money. I mean, the guy was the best accountant I could find. He had knowledge, depth, and substance, and for him to hint or reduce all that to me finding him attractive was an insult I wasn't willing to take. He couldn’t also try to find someone who would like him with his shit face. I got Christopher out of the building as a car pulled away. Inside was Shit Face Mr. Crush. He was dejected and had finally left. His little plan of winning Christopher over at the reunion and making him fall in love with him was ruined.

I watch it all, my nerves frayed, refilling Frankie’s glass and then mine when I reach the bottom and find that I need more – want more – want anything that’s going to wipe this fucking night away. “Fuck!” Nico screams, and I go rigid when he kicks one of the stools on his side of the kitchen counter and sends it skittering across the room, slamming into the wall and knocking a vase off of the table by the door. “Fuck, Chris!” he shouts, his back turned, his fingers sliding through his hair and grabbing the ends of it like he’ll tear it out, like it’s the only action left to him. “Nico!” Christian snaps, half scolding, half plea to understand.

I rolled my eyes. "Nope! Here's another one, listen very carefully, 'kay? Why do people call it CRUSH?" He asked. Uh.. because Candy Crush? Haha! Kidding. "What?" I asked, suddenly curious for some reason, "Because that's how you feel when they don't feel the same way in return. Haha! CRUSH-ed, #LeanderBeBusted! #GymGoals! HAHA!" He laughed so hard. "Wait, how did you know that?" I shuddered.