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He should just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. And he did exactly that, relaxing his stance, leaning back against the wall with one leg crossed over the other, while he amused himself with the spectacle before him. One of the kids took his interest. It was Barney. And he was walking toward Big Boss. Barney was a show-off shit, one who was constantly harping on about how he was too cool for this orphanage and that one day some filthy rich family would come and collect him to live in a filthy rich mansion. And Big Boss sure looked like the type of man who belonged in a filthy rich mansion.

“The law can’t judge you. If the death broadcast lets you live, we’ll go over and kill you!” “F*ck you! I’m 30 years old and still single. Not only did you f*cking kill so many people, you also want to play with more people and men? We have to kill you!” However, under Rainier’s encouragement, Barnett suddenly became much more clear-headed. Crack! The bolt was pulled out. Creak! The animal trap was opened, and the barbs on it also hooked onto Barzel’s flesh and pulled it down. “Ah! Ah –”

He gagged when the familiar scent assaulted him near the crossing; the scent of the men who had assaulted the girl. A wave of fury overtook him. His eyes turned red and his blood boiled. Before he could realize his wolf, Liken had overtaken him. A huge brown wolf sniffed the ground and bounded towards a bar. Screams and shrieks filled the bar as it ran straight inside. Men climbed on the tables and waved the bottles at the wolf but the wolf remained unperturbed. It sniffed around and caught hold of a man by the leg. They watched in horror as the large wolf dragged him out by his leg. The people hadn’t even recovered from this when the wolf came in again for a second and then a third time.

Cammie may be a genius girl who knows every word from every dictionary in the world while Alyssa may be a Nobel Prize winner for a new physic theory in the next ten years, and I may be a person who likes to put dead stuff in formaldehyde bottles in our refrigerator, but still, we are just like any ordinary girls, and even the Ultara girls need to have some fun. We bought Nutella churros and ate cotton candies while dancing to the blasting music with the crowd. All of us had grown on all the fun at the carnival that we almost lost track of time. After hours passed, people began to clear away. Some of the booths along the street were being closed down. Alyssa jabbed on her phone, but then she

The highest-ranking general, Narkhul, pushed forward, his bulk swallowing the firelight. His fists were wrapped in rusted chains. His two cold, stony eyes were locked on Kaerith. “You missed one,” Narkhul pointed at Kaerith. Rhazien hesitated. “That one’s nothing, Narkhul. A mutt. Looks like she can’t even stand, and she stinks of injuries.” “I didn’t ask what she looks like,” Narkhul growled. “I asked who she is.”

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

Zachary didn't flinch, didn't look away, just watched his own wrist with the same expression he wore reading quarterly earnings, which made Caden laugh so hard he had to sit down. "I don't know what I expected," Caden said, wiping his eyes, "but it wasn't this. Zero reaction. None." "What did you want. Screaming?" "A little wince. Something. You're inhuman." "I've been shot at with worse odds than a tattoo needle." "That's not a normal thing to say." Fifteen minutes later it was done, small and clean, her initials sitting quiet on the inside of his wrist, and the artist wiped it down and taped a bandage over it.

It would be ironic to give me privacy now, and to bombard me with questions later. She sits on my lap, where she was minutes before she started sucking me off. I tighten my arms around her in a possessive gesture. Barney staggers into my room, his style intellectual and devoid of basic fashion. He wears a white t-shirt and shorts, like the ones I wear to work out. Some semblance of sleepwear, even though it's less than seven o'clock. His gaze primarily scans my wife; another employee of mine is captivated by the attractive Mrs. Donneli!

She turned to Vivian, who wore the same type of creepy smile. “What the hell does she mean by that?” my wolf, Amber, asked inside my mind. She was tired of Vivian and Veronica’s constant bullying, but, for my dad’s sake, I had made her promise not to hurt them. “But…” I was sure I’d heard correctly. I had no doubt that Vivian had cried over her mate bond with a cursed wolf. “But nothing, Lila,” Veronica said. “My daughter can’t be mated to a cursed wolf. He doesn’t even have a pack!” Her eyes were wild with fury.

"You were the man in Barney's room." Zion's words stunned Jenson. "What did you say? I don't understand." "Are you going to not take responsibility for what you've done?" Zion sneered. Suddenly, he grabbed Jenson by the collar and pulled the latter in front of him. "Your body smells like Barney's unique cosmetics. Maybe you don't know about this, but Barney has like medicine since she was a child. Thus, she was afraid of the smell of medicine on her body, so she likes to use cosmetics more since she was young. All girls like cosmetics. So my sister personally made a unique scented soap and cosmetics for Barney, which almost doesn't smell like anything at all. But the unique formula inside is