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In the dim bar lights, we took our seats on a couch, and the manager brought us a line of male escorts for us to choose from. I pulled out a stack of cash and tossed them onto the table. “Get me the best-looking ones, none of those worn-out guys!” The manager eagerly brought over a few new faces to the front. I clicked my tongue. “Is that it? I thought you said there were two stunners here?” Betsy turned her diamond ring with a knowing glint in her eye. The manager nodded. “Don’t worry, those two will be here any second!” So we waited. After a while, no one appeared. I sighed.

CHAPTER SIX They held a funeral for the bits and pieces of Aleta they could find. It wasn’t much. Marie chose to have her cremated and then there was even less. She kept her in a jar in the living room. She had always believed in burial, but had dreams of wolves digging Aleta’s bones up at night, gnawing on them and taking them away off to some dark magical forest. Night after night. So in the jar she went, and the jar was placed high, and when her mother died she cremated her as well and set them side-by-side.

“This star has been covered.” His face went white. “What?” “You burned it away with a cheap alchemical potion,” I said, my voice dripping with scorn. “And covered it with this vulgar rose. The stench of sulfur is nauseating. You didn’t even do a clean job.” I leaned in closer. “To hide your oath, you’d scar your own skin with such low, dirty magic? This is how you say goodbye to three hundred years?” Milton opened his mouth to explain, but I had already pulled my hand back.

it was covered in a thick, red vivid fluid and battered, unrecognisable figures drenched with it. ‎Ah, what was this? What was.... It was the night of my parent's death all over again. ‎My breathing hallowed quietly as my legs wobbled. I lowered my gaze to keep myself from looking at the scene. But that was a bad idea, because at my feet, swirling like a pool around the short platforms of my shoes, was the same thick red fluid. ‎I closed my eyes as a painful noise shot through my head. My vision blurred until I started seeing something else.

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Red ink Ep 13: Two sides of a coin • • He looked at the scene before him, the grass was wet and damp, rain drizzling, washing the blood of his victims away with its spontaneity. He didn't have much to do, he was done for the evening and he had who he came for. Boss would want him to finish it clean but he made a special request tonight, that he should leave the scene as it was, unattended and allow whoever was passing by perceive the odour of the decay...multiple dead persons. That would be one odour to reckon with. It would be a trigger point for the man who hid in the shadows.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

My hand went to my gun and the moment he stepped from behind the tree, I aimed and fired, making him collapse into the floor within seconds. I walked toward his unconscious -probably dead- body. I bent down and took his arm, I pulled the sleeves up and like I expected, the tattoo, the mark they went with was there, clearly engraved over his skin. One of Frank's dogs. Red veiled my sight as I let go of his arm, I pointed the gun at his head and fired again, just making sure, he actually died.

I sighed and pulled out the dresses he had picked out. They were actually all really beautiful. They were all styled in different ways. There was a good variety here. What impressed me most was that they were all dark colors. They all looked like something I'd actually wear. I peeked in the bag and grabbed the three pairs of black shoes in there. Two were heels but they looked comfortable surprisingly and the last pair were just a plain black pair of flats. "Ok I'm actually impressed." I said studying each item carefully. Aiden laughed.