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We snagged a killer villa on the coast, perched halfway up a hill with an epic view. However, the peace and quiet did not stick around for long. Smith Group was tanking. Stock prices in freefall, cash flow cut off–the whole deal hanging by a thread. Out of the blue, Nash rocked up at my new home. "Look, Jo! These are the treats you used to go nuts for as a kid." I barely gave a glance at the spread on the table, all mango-flavored stuff. The thing was, mango was Rebecca's jam, not mine. I could not even stand the stuff because I was allergic.

“Dante isn’t the enemy, is he?” Damien’s eyes darkened. “No,” he said. “He’s the mirror.” ⸻ Elsewhere, Dante poured a drink, watching live feeds from the estate. “Well done,” he murmured. “Now the real war begins.” Dante Westwood

Damon steadies me and takes one careful step, feeling the floor with his foot like he is trying to understand which part will hold and which part will fall. “We can find a way to beat his game” I say. “That’s exactly what I plan to do” he answers. A thin line of light suddenly cuts through the darkness, splitting the room between us and the two open paths. Damon turns his head, focusing on where the faint glow comes from. A screen flickers on again. But this time it shows only numbers. 00:03:12 Damon’s brother doesn’t move on the viewing feed beside it. His head hangs so still I feel a cold wave pass through my chest.

“Three… two… one… go.” —— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 25 —— The boy with messy black hair and profoundly blue eyes launched himself forward as the ring of lightning above began to shower sparks over the battlefield. As Tamashi raced towards the white-haired Seishin of Lightning, Rai threw his hands to his sides and began to cackle. “SO THAT’S HOW YOU’RE GONNA START? YOU COULDN’T BE ANY MORE OBVIOUS, TAMAYO! GET READY TO GET YOUR ASS KICKED!”

Some of the maids are in the kitchen doing dishes, while a few, like Lily, the dark-haired one who's name I learned is Amelia, and I are standing in the dining room, waiting for any requests. I notice as more and more men being to fill up the room, a chair near me at the end of the table is still empty. No one is getting food from the buffet yet either. But after standing there only a few more moments, the door opens and a tall, black-haired, as handsome as they come, man enters the room with a proud stride. Amelia, who is near the doorway, curtsies with a wide smile and he simply smirks down at the small woman. He then continues his stride down the room and all the men at the dining table s

Seraphina’s storm-gray eyes tracked every inch, hungry and amused, already owning me. Damian handed me a Leica M11, matte black, heavier than mine, and its grip felt molded for my hand. “Natural light only. Move with her. Don’t think—just feel the frame.” I lifted the camera. The shutter sounded different here—cleaner and sharper, like the ocean had swallowed the city’s noise and spit back something purer. Seraphina shifted, and the silk rope creaked softly, the knots pulling tighter as she arched her back, tits lifting, the red ribbon fluttering. Damian circled, and he adjusted a knot at her hip, his knuckles brushing the inside of her thigh real slow. She exhaled—a soft, deliberate sound t

I fluttered my eyes open and gasped heavily. White lights again were flashing in my eyes, but this time it was more realistic. My eyes automatically averted on my side and I saw Butler Wong. “You’re safe now, my lady.”

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

He could only play now either lose or win. “Sir, are you sure about this?” a man asked Damian seriously. “Yes. Place all the bets on DeathValley,” Damian replied, eyes glued to the arena. Suddenly, a white flash lit up the room like lightning. Adrian wasn’t prepared for it. He’d never watched a live match of the game before, his inexperience made him unaware of the game tricks, and the sudden light blinded him. He stumbled and collapsed to the ground instantly. 3… 2… 1…

in retro font, and the whole thing lit up with yellow and blue lights. "Pac-Man?" I said. "Really? That's your first choice?" "Not just Pac-Man. Championship Edition. It's faster, more intense. And it'll warm you up before we get to the really challenging shit." He stepped aside and gestured to the machine. "After you."