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They spun chaotically near the two out-of-control devastators, their kinetic energy all but spent. Colviss herself was thrown from the center of the bridge and toppled off to the side. With a grunt and an infusion of her own personal strength, she leapt back onto her feet even though her footing was extremely unstable. “Devastators! Activate defensive field!” she ordered. Once the initial barrage of tungsten impact pillars ceased, the Einherjar devastators only took seconds to comply with her order. Red pulses of energy emanated from both of the devastators. They swept outward and caught all of the debris surrounding them, then pulled them inward to some degree.

His rage twisted into something monstrous, something that refused to be silenced. Before them lay the lifeless form of Vanessa, her face frozen in time; beautiful but empty. Gone. Beside her, her grieving parents wept in silence, their sorrow too deep for words. Their world had collapsed, had fallen apart and was now beyond repair. And in the center of it all was standing Valeria Jayne, the woman responsible. The woman who had destroyed everything.

Victor took one step forward… then another… until his legs gave out beneath him. He fell to his knees. Elena let out a small cry. “Victor” But he didn’t seem to hear her. His palms pressed to the floor as if the world beneath him had suddenly tilted. His shoulders trembled once, twice, before his head bowed low. “Go on,” he whispered. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t fury. It was devastation. Raw. Soul-deep. The sound of a man breaking in real time. Elena felt her heart crack open. Her eyes burned. Her throat tightened painfully.

The pain was too sharp to bear, slicing through my chest like a blade. My breath hooked, but I refused to break down in front of him. So, I turned and fled to my room before the main dam burst. The moment the door shut behind me, the weight of it all crashed down like a tidal wave. My legs trembled, and I barely made it to the edge of the bed before collapsing onto it. A strangled sob tore from my throat as I buried my face in my hands. It hurt. God, it hurt so much. It wasn't just pain, it was devastation, like something had reached inside me and ripped out a piece of my soul.

The beautiful, peaceful sanctuary they had built together was violently reduced to a war zone in a matter of minutes. Finally, breathless, his chest heaving violently, his knuckles split and bleeding fresh crimson over his old wounds, Damian stopped. He collapsed heavily into an armchair sitting in the very center of the total devastation. He leaned forward, burying his face in his large, shaking hands, his fingers twisting viciously into his dark hair.

“Fucking drive.” As the car skidded into gear, red-stained eyes traveled back to Zoe. He brushed chocolate waves away from her dark lashes, cautiously softening the harsh furrow of her brow. Salty tears continued to stream from shadowed eyes, his head dipping to kiss her clammy forehead. He had no idea how he had let this happen, no idea how he had managed to fail her so fucking badly. Blood smeared over her stomach, his messy attempt to stem the bleeding. His heart sank watching her eyes squeezing shut, agony marring the beautiful features of her face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She had made him feel alive for the first time in his fucking life, and he had repaid her by bringing

Zara whispered into the empty, freezing room, her voice a raw, agonizingly broken rasp. Hot, heavy tears spilled freely over her thick lashes, dropping onto her trembling hands. She wrapped her arms tightly around her own chest, sobbing openly, entirely devastated. She could still feel the heavy, desperate heat of his massive hands on her skin. She could still hear his deep, feral voice swearing that he would burn the world to the ground to protect her.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

“I got this” I feel defeated and I leave the room as Meme returns into the room with the clothes for Loyalty. Some of the women have started cleaning Sofie’s splattered blood from the walls and floor, and I sink onto the couch. “Man, she fucking tore Sofie up”, says Dan.

Tell me what did your dad do to you? (Amy) Mom, ever since you divorced dad, dad has been bringing different women home each and every day. When I protest he beats me until I can't move. He even lost his job, he become a drunkard. The worst part is... Tears started flowing down her face. (Roslyn) WHAT DID HE DO?