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I’m so paranoid, I never even let it touch the decoy laptop. Marrin + Gorse Holdings = link to Liberty-Anne. Then I underline it three times. The string of paper clues winds across Jamie’s ironing board, pinched under the tension of red thread and increasingly frantic handwriting. I don’t know what I’m looking at yet, but it feels like the edges of something real. Something massive. The sound of footsteps pulls me back to the present. "Soph?" Jamie appears in the doorway with two mismatched mugs of tea, one of which is pink and glittery and says HOT GIRL SUMMER in peeling silver font. He offers it with a mock bow.

Realizing the situation he slowly shifted back to his human form, glaring at Athena's hologram. “Black magic?” Alpha Axel asked, his face etched with curiosity. “Alpha Axel?” Rachel's mouth fell open as she stared at him. “The spell, it worked,” Davina pointed at Athena's hologram. Her face flickered as a bright smile slowly appeared on her face. “It worked,” she shouted, tightly hugging Hailey. “Spell?” Alpha Axel asked, his face contorted with confusion as he darted his eyes at each of the girls. “It’s popularly known as the revealing death spell, it allows you to know if a person's dead or alive and sometimes it allows you to talk to the dead” Alpha Cole explained squatting near the large

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

"Wasn't she still alive and kicking two days ago? How could she die all of a sudden?" "The witch in the pack has examined the blood Ava spat out. It was laced with wolfsbane. She was poisoned to death," Alice said coldly. Then, she shoved her phone under Lucas' nose. "The surveillance cameras caught members of the rogue pack going in and out of your house. "It doesn't seem like they were here for the first time. Lucas, you're an Alpha. Why would you have rogue werewolves lurking near your house?" Lucas was in disbelief. "That's impossible! Ava never told me! If she'd told me, I would definitely have sent someone to protect them…"

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile. "But we have to see it. Please let us see it," another gamma pleaded. I had already anticipated their doubts, so I had hired warriors to kill him and throw him off a cliff so they couldn't find his body. But I was prepared. I got up from my seat and clapped my hands. Two warriors walked in, carrying Bruno's casket. The gammas gasped as they placed the casket in the middle of the room and opened it for them to see. But I asked them not to touch it because it was a fake body I had made.

Just as she thought about the coronations and what it would be like for her, she suddenly felt a sharp pain piercing her chest, causing her to gasp in fear. Clutching her chest tightly, Reyana's eyes squeezed shut as vivid fragments of her haunting dreams flooded her mind. She held onto her chest tightly, her eyes shut, as fragments of one of the dreams she had the previous night played out in her head. There was a goblet with an inscription of the full moon on it. There was also a strong, masculine hand covered in black gloves, holding onto the goblet. She shut her eyes tighter, trying so hard to get more details of the dream. Just then, she saw another fragment - the goblet fell, spilling

Night after night, my father was haunted by visions of my sister, a side effect of the mushrooms he had consumed. His sanity was fraying at the edges. In a sudden frenzy, he stormed into the kitchen, seized a knife, and unleashed a violent onslaught on the figure in my sister's clothes. I watched through the crack of my door, heart in my throat, before slipping out to flip the circuit breaker. Light flooded the room, revealing the horror of what he had done—his mother lay lifeless, and his eyes met mine, full of realization and horror.

No one was going to stop us now. Victor was exactly where we expected him to be—in that same leather chair behind his heavy mahogany desk, the scotch in his hand untouched but clutched like a weapon. He didn’t rise. He didn’t even blink. “Well,” he said dryly, “the prodigal corpses return again.” Dominic stepped forward without flinching and dropped a thick file on the desk. Victor’s brow lifted slightly. “What’s this?” “Your funeral program,” Dominic said. “In print.”

I don't like going in to places like that but it has been a long time since I have had a milkshake. I try not to look at the people eating. I look at the cashier. At first I can't believe it. I rub my eyes just to be sure that I am not seeing things. It is her, standing there smiling, my Delilah. But how can it be? She's dead isn't she? The only difference is the girl standing in front of me has blue eyes. Other than that she looks exactly like my love. "Next," she calls out, a smile plastered on her face. I can't get myself to move let alone say anything.