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What a joke! In a split second, he was up and already walking towards the hallway and into the elevator. His hands were in the pocket of his pants and his black slippers strolled nonchalantly according to the steps he took. His hair was a messy undercut slid back and he didn't give a damn. As a matter of fact, he stopped caring about everything a couple of years back. His extra-large twilight fog tank top and pants gave him that nonchalant aura. His grey eyes and his peach color lips made him look like an Arabian arrogant prince. His cream color skin gave him the perfect and complete tone of evenness.

"Because I don't have one" "What?" I looked at him shocked. "You don't have social media, Rafael?... Even uncles have it nowadays." "It's a waste of time... What would I do with that?" He shrugged. "No, you have to... It's fun." I grabbed his phone. "And don't worry, I won't use your real name... So your enemies can't stalk your account." "As if they can't see my pictures" He raised eyebrows. I bit my lips. "I'll post your pictures where your face is not visible."

Something so ugly must have hurt. I drew my attention back to his cold face. I clear my throat before speaking. “Are you the Dark Alpha?” The man in front of me couldn’t be no more than twenty-five years old. From my recollection, the Dark Alpha was closer to being in his 50s. I stand in front of the desk while the strange woman is watching me warily from her perched position from the couch.

Arc 13: Soaking Wet It's raining so hard the city looks like it's dissolving. I've been standing outside this bar for eleven minutes waiting for my ride and my dress is ruined and my heels are destroyed and my ex just walked out of that bar with his new girlfriend on his arm and smiled at me and I smiled back and died slightly on the inside. The black car pulls up. I get in. He looks at me in the rearview mirror and something in his expression shifts. Not unprofessional. Just present. Just noticing.

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

Cove returned and took Eli’s hand again. “Clear,” Cove said. “You’re doing good. Just keep holding on.” Eli’s voice shook. “I feel like I’m going to pass out. The dark… it’s too much. I keep seeing the closet. I keep hearing Marco laughing.” Cove pulled him close for a moment, pressing a quick kiss to his temple. “I know. I’m sorry. But you’re stronger than the dark. You’re stronger than all of this. I’ve seen it.”

both. Uriel got up, slowly put his hands on his cheeks and licked his lips. "I want you. You and your light. I'll take everything and you won't be able to help but beg for more. ”At the same moment, his wings appeared, showing his true nature. A white wing shone in the darkness, while next to it an equally large, pitch-black wing almost merged with it. With a trembling hand, Rafael reached out for this wing, stroked through the black feathers. Yes, that was his Uriel. The first and oldest of the four elementals. Created by God and Lucifel. Owner of the dark and light side at the same time. Pure like an angel and yet seductive like a demon. Rafael couldn't believe what was happening here. Did

He has me reacting like I got caught doing something wrong when I have nothing to answer for. “I don’t think so…wait, maybe…..I got a follow from an account with a weird username.” She scrolls her followers and clicks on one before turning it to me and showing it to me. The username is Knightrider. Lame. It’s a cartoon image of a black helmeted motorbiking character from a manga that Dane used to read as a kid. I remember it as he was obsessed for a while and had posters all over his locker at school. The profile has lots of vague photos of motorbikes and party shots, and it looks like he might have been posting street racing videos from an account made to be anonymous. His face is not on an

My eyes widened in shock and surprise, what does he mean ‘long dead’. “Darling you were waiting for me, My name is Damien,” he introduced himself. He looked nothing like the profile picture, it was confusing. “You're not the one in the profile,” I said confusingly. “Yeah, that's a fake picture, I prefer to keep my identity private, so young girls won't end up falling for me, it's just sex,” he said nonchalantly with so much pride.

I haven't gotten the well deserved sleep I need. I pulled my phone out and logged into kik. I quickly searched for his username there and instantly noticed that his display photo was a black grand piano. I sighed looking at it, I was expecting his display photo was a picture of himself. At least I'd know how he looks like. Then I stared at my own display photo which was a picture of me. I think it's unfair if he'll see my face and I won't see his. So I hurriedly changed my display photo into a picture of a cute kitten.