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“I deserve the best because I put in my best effort to get things done, not like you who feed on others' sweat!” I was fuming, it took all the courage within me to keep my anger in check. I couldn't believe that the people I once considered family had become an enemy zone for me. “This can't be true…” I whispered brokenly. “It can't.” Katlyn smirked, stepping forward.. "It is true. And if you were planning to get Marcus away from Mirabelle, well, it's too late. Mirabel is already pregnant with his child," My heart skipped a beat, and tears welled in my eyes. The rejection and betrayal eating deep into my skin.

Relaxing against his body, I wrap my arms around his strong neck and reciprocate his kiss, granting him access to even deepen it. Feeling his fingers move up my side, gripping me with his big hands, I sigh happily. The scent is very off though. He breaks the kiss, still not distancing himself from me. “Who do you belong to, Nerthus?” I take a deep breath, my lips still trembling. “You are such an asshole.” “Answer the question, Nerthus.” “I belong to you. Only you!” I whisper, tears streaming down my face. The chuckle I hear now is finally pleasant again.

"Do you often dream about him?" Nemiah raised her brows. She wasn't able to get who he was referring to. "Aries." Caius cleared. Nemiah sighed heavily and took a huge bite of the fish. "I don't know why I keep dreaming about that kid. I haven't even met him. I hated how it emotionally affects me every time I am having flashbacks of him." But then her brows furrowed when she realized that Caius seemed to know about Aries. "Hang on... Do you know him?" She asked curiously, handing the fish to Namir. Namir grabbed the fish using his mouth but he only put it down on the grass.

Hering was a hybrid vampire who looked like a great warrior, he was one of the agents who, hours ago, killed all the terrorists. About that. Sometime later. Delphos Mansion. Nemesis Delphos in this reality the counterpart that was assumed in reality when he travelled through the dimensions, would be awakened, so that he would organize a great celebration, the city of Lovecraft County would make 600 years of foundation.

ZAMORA’S POV For a second, I couldn’t move. The image from my nightmare, his hand on my throat, the dagger slicing into my stomach, still burned in my mind. And there he was, sitting in the dark like a shadow given form, eyes still glowing faintly in that crimson color. He looked more like a handsome and harmless devil. My voice caught in my throat before I managed to speak. “I-I think so,” I whispered, though the tremor in my words betrayed the lie.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." "Oh, but I do," she shot back, her dark brown eyes firing straight daggers as she faced me head-on. She wasn't the least bit afraid of my anger, clearly aware that the real monster lived back at the house, and not in this driver's seat. "Know what you talked about for two weeks straight the first time you played against the Ice Reapers? Hunter Beaumont. You claimed to hate his smugness and attitude, but your eyes, they were alive, Tristan. ALIVE. Do you know how much it hurts living with a literal robot of an older brother for years, and then one day he gets back from a game he lost and his eyes are no longer blank walls, but hold actual f

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

Session after session it clicked and we had finally become best of friends. We had become so close that we usually shared most elite tasks regarding the states affairs together, giving us the nickname "Nemesis Trio" the name being quite self explanatory. Me being the main executioner, Ian the reckless one with devilish ideas and Scarlet, the one who kept the group sane when she wasn't drastically increasing her body counts. With time I had gotten a name for myself,'The Red Dame". A title resulting from how cruel and bloodthirsty I could be when my very little patience had been stretched beyond its limits. Though it wasn't the best I would want to be tagged with, I wasn't complaining.

Nemesis said like was amused at Vor’s suffering who sat down helpless. “Then help me. You have a way with words and you can help unite my pantheon against a common enemy.” “And why should I help you when I simply enjoy watching you of all writhe in misery?” Nemesis asked as Vor got off the ground. She took Nemesis hand and placed on her head as she stared into her eyes. “I pledge loyalty to you Nemesis; save Freyja and my pantheon before more blood is spilled in exchange, I belong to you, I will serve and obey only you.” Vor swore before the dream ended.

regretful? He shook the thoughts from his head. He had planned this for years. Why would he regret it now? Hermione was a manipulator, a conniving woman. She and her father had deliberately destroyed his family. Why would he pity her? She might have acted more mature when they married, but it didn't change who she was deep down — a monster. "If you have nothing left to say, you can leave, Judith. And don't return unless it's business-related. If you break your end of the deal again, I might consider terminating you."