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“I just scare the shit out of anyone who gets suspicious. Being able to produce panic is a Hell of an ability.” Pan winks at me. “Would you like to see your book now, your Majesty?” “Yes, but, um, please just call me Kas.” I give him a grateful smile.

I rifled through a pocket I had sown into the sides of my coat, full of enchanted pixie dust, and sprinkled it all over myself. Just like Pan said, I turned invisible to all, including the security cameras I saw in the hallway. Hopefully, Pan was also right in saying the dust wouldn't turn me into a dusthead with the way it was enchanted, and this wasn't an elaborate ruse to get me strung out so he could have the Midnight Cowboy in his pocket. As my informant into the underworld, and the first one to notice the link between the AA crimes, Pan and I had reached a tentative truce. Moreover, I think I was a little old to be one of his Lost Boys.

The Sovereign’s Penthouse was completely still, bathed in the soft, ambient glow of Jack’s residual pink mana. Marcus stood by the panoramic window, looking out over the sprawling, neon-lit Kinetic Hubs of Neo-Pangaea. The city was quiet, but it was a manufactured, heavily medicated quiet. Jack’s Seduction broadcast from the afternoon still lingered in the air, wrapping the ninety percent in a synthetic, blissful fog. Marcus looked down at his thick hands. He slowly began to wrap them in fresh, stark-white athletic tape, pulling the fabric taut over his bruised knuckles.

Irene knew that the descendants of the families in Lannopolis wanted to become a VIP here because it would be something to brag about. It was so hard to get recognized, but how did Dustin achieve that? Why would he own the symbol of status? The Panther Gang was powerful, but its underground status was not recognized by Yara Couture, which cared about its reputation. Even the leader of the Panther Gang could not get a VIP membership here. “How… How are you a VIP here?” Irene asked softly. “I have got lots of memberships,” Dustin said. “I have countless memberships in high-end internet cafes and restaurants.”

*See also Parliament on pg 89, Chapter 5 ** See also Population Limit Rule on pg 92, Chapter 5 *** See also Inner City on pg 100, Chapter 5 What is Pantiumite? Pantiumite is the substitute sustenance manufactured for New-Man on Luna. To prevent another incident like the Great Explosion, Plantiumite manufacturing or possession was banned. Pantiumite's energy efficiency was less than half of Plantiumite's. The refining process was more complicated as it had to be synthesised instead of gathered, making it costly to afford.

, she looked away and lifted both sides of her collar to signify being proud. "Shut up jare", I said and continued eating my food. The worst thing about abroko changing from pamphlet to online was that there was now comment sections. Give teenagers comment sections and they can rain hell on you for no reason at all. spicydodo: i think Ms. Angeline killed Lola because we all know Daniel was in love with her. This is so w*****d lol This comment was going viral lebanesechicken: I like this abroko, sis took gossipping to a whole new level and with the ads on this group, she's making her coin

he said flatly. "I stopped taking orders when I left my previous identity." I replied. Dante stared at me. Then, he let out a long breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. He walked out of the office, grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the office. "Did you get a name?" I asked. "No name." Dante said, his jaw was tight. "Just a location where the money came from. Panama." "Panama?" I froze. Dante stopped and looked at me. "What?"

A satisfied smile spread across my lips as I took in the bloodshed and chaos around me, a sense of peace filling me, now that everything was over. I looked down at the dead god beneath my shoe, tilting my head at the being so many poor souls believed was the answer to all their prayers. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen." *THE END* Thank you all for reading Panic Room. It was a hard book to write; having to dive into eight completely different personalities was a challenge all on its own, but somehow, I did it. I wanted to write a story that conveyed how even the villains in our stories can find happiness even in the darkest and most twisted places.

Solus replied, keeping her face stoic “Yeah right, Wade hires random punks now.” “He didn’t say what exactly, but he says you’re willing to pay” The woman on the other side doesn’t say anything for awhile, she takes a sip from her vape pen and flashes an address to Solus. Top Level Canals - Platform 3-A. 20 minutes. Come alone.

Perhaps, I thought, this panther was sent to me as a sign to find a way to protect the ones that were most important to me: Catalina and my unborn child. Placing my hand on her belly, Catalina and I exchanged an uncertain glance, a silent promise to protect our newborn from the shadows of the past. I held the panther close to my chest, and with a newfound resolve, I set out on a quest to uncover the truth one piece at a time. As we walked up the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder if I was destined for success or failure?