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Fuck that. “It was the Mexicans, and they are bombing loads of places. It wasn’t just us”, Kill says, and I curse under my breath as I put my shoes on. My white shirt is red because of the blood. Elliot walks to me and helps me to a wheelchair. I look at him, frowning. There’s no fucking way I am caught in shit like that. Fuck no.

Maybe she had a fever, he was not confirmed, but along with the surprise and sadness on her face, he could also see weakness. When she sat down, he asked for water which she denied politely. “Now you’re worried? Had this concern been shown in the first meeting, this wouldn’t have happened today, Mr Daud!” She taunted. “Whatever happened was the result of your actions. You insulted her by taking off her clothes, didn’t you?” He did not forget that time. “So watch the time snatch from you the early days of raising your child! This is called karma, Mister!” Christian sighed. He wanted to answer but he did not want to open his mouth. According to him, he had already apologized. He was not ashame

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’

Tally's face flushed crimson with embarrassment as the weight of Eva's words sank in, the realization of her own folly washing over her like a wave of humiliation. But Eva wasn't finished. With a hint of disdain in her voice, she continued, her words a final blow to Tally's wounded pride. "You claim to be a graduate, yet your ignorance betrays you. It seems you squandered the opportunity afforded to you by whoever funded your education. Perhaps you were a lackluster student, unable to grasp even the most rudimentary concepts. How truly unfortunate." The room fell silent, the echo of Eva's words hanging heavy in the air. Tally stood exposed, her facade of superiority shattered by Eva's incisi

Layla let her cry out all the accumulated pain that was suffocating her. "This time Túlio won't escape me. He hasn't been taking good care of you. He loves you, don't doubt that, but he's lost and doesn't know how to find you. He's plunged deep into his own pain and helplessness, and he can't seem to come up for air. I'm not defending him, because there's no excuse for what he did. There's no excuse for his selfishness. He should be by your side right now." As Layla spoke, the girl cried even more, and the floodgates opened.

He bid his good bye and closed his door after he heard Liam closing his bedroom and switched the lights off. Lucas wasn’t sleepy. He took a warm bath, thinking about the meeting he had to attend. He had a hunch that someone was selling their secrets to their enemies. And finally tonight the traitor was caught. Though he was a little fish, he couldn’t manage to make huge money but still. There was no word like deceiving in Lucas's dictionary. He made sure that the traitor would pay for his deeds before he would meet his death. And only then he came back to get Liam.

​Adrian drained the glass in one silent, continuous gulp, then slammed it onto the table with excessive force: — "Jasper, you are thirty-two. Why do I feel like I'm being lectured by a father? It doesn't suit you." ​Jasper looked at him with an unyielding calm, his fingers tracing the faint scar near his eye. "Because I have tasted the bitter flavor of recklessness and regret, Adrian. I don't want it to claim you." ​He straightened his posture and adjusted the papers in his hand. "Forgive me. I crossed my boundaries. Excuse me."

I dropped the money cases on Stan's desk. I took Zaki's gifts. Likewise, I'm not that stupid. After he raped me over and over again, I won't take the money. I'm not stupid to just think about my pride. "Wow, it looks like you've got a big victim," Stan said and open the case. "It's huge. I'm almost torn." I whispered. "CONGRATULATION!" Said Stan. Congratulation? Where? Of what that animal did to me? TSS.

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I sigh, feeling defeated as everything hits me at once making me collapse on the concrete floor not minding the stabs from the tiny stones. “He made a mistake, mistakes. But so did Alex, so did you and so did I. He needs to live to make up to that poor girl he raped who has probably been traumatized and suffering from God knows what all because he wouldn't own up to his mistake. I'll lead by example by owning up to mine.” Luca looks at me, his face softening and his earlier anger gone. It seems he thought I would still defend Zayan. Was that why he was angry or was it something else?