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I swallow, unsure if I should be flattered or terrified. At the far end of the kitchen, an older woman stands at the counter, pulling a tray of golden pastries fresh from the oven. The smell of butter and sugar fills the air, warm and sweet. Her short hair is a blend of black and peppery gray, cropped close to her head. She glances over at us, her dark eyes sharp but kind. "Silas," she scolds with playful authority. "Don't scare the poor girl. It's her first day. Save that for tomorrow."

Like, yes I’m mad about what they just did but I can’t just leave the house? Where am I gonna go? I don’t have a place to stay. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much? She won't drive me away from the house, right? She opened my door harshly and looked at me with madness in her eyes. “M-mom,” I said in a small voice. She is still staring at me sharply. Like a lion looking at its prey. Mom is really scary when mad. “M-mom, you can’t expect me to just accept your decisions especially that my future is at stake.” I reasoned out. I didn’t mean to shout at them. To argue with them, I was just blinded by my feelings that is full of hatred.

She smiled, lifted her chin and swaggered in ostentatiously, joining in on the group chatters while they waited for the boss. They moved into the conference room and sat according to their positions in the institution, herself almost being the last, except for three other people who she didn't think were supposed to be there. The door opened and in walked a man looking all smug and oozing wealth as he sat at the head of the table. "Sorry I'm late" was all he mumbled as he looked at them one after the other. There were about twelve of them and she just happened to be the ninth. "Well, I'm Andrew Williams. I suppose you all know that by now, ownership of this business was transferred to me", h

He was not in a good state of mind, and besides, it was already too late and so he considered staying the night here, drinking himself to stupor, lying with a lady or two and then resuming in the morning. He called the madam of the brothel and she came through, flashing huge boobs at him. “What's your spec?” she asked. “Get me a rider, a bad one.” “500” she said, stretching an arm. “You'll have her all night.” The bed creaked violently under their movement. Nate grabbed both breasts in his hand, tweaking her nipples as she rose and fell on him, her screams ringing in his ear. He spanked her once, and then again “Bad girl” he whispered and she went harder, her nails digging into his thighs.

***** LADY AVE MERIDA POV Back at the table, Lady Ave jaw clenched. Madeline sat frozen, fury flashing behind her tearful facade. “I warned him not to push me,” She said coldly, standing up. “If he refuses to do the right thing, I will make it happen. One way or another.” Madeline lowered her eyes, a small smile twitching at the corner of her lips. Exactly what she wanted to hear. **** CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I stood in front of the mirror, expression hollow, a razor in one hand and a towel draped around my neck. My stubble had grown in thick patches, eyes rimmed with red from another sleepless night. I barely recognized myself anymore.

He didn't have the primal vigor to break a high-caste female like this. "Mother... Brooke... that low-blooded stray set me up! I am going to rip her throat out!" Madison’s voice broke into a jagged sob as she collapsed against the doorframe, her rage spilling out in a torrent of tears. Between gasps for air, Madison recounted the horror of the neutral zone, the swapped cups, and the rogue wolves who had claimed her in the dirt.

She wasn't prepared for his blunt remark, the unexpected sharpness of his words. "For a woman, I must say that you have a bitter taste," Nyx continued, his voice low and menacing. "And it seems that your taste in books is equally bitter," he added, his eyes shifting to the copy of "Crime and Punishment" that lay on her desk. "it looked like you brought ages ago as if it was your mother's." Nyx voiced gain making her face sad for a second, it was her mother's. Nyx was not a dump man to not notice the old print book, he knew the book as much as he knew about the writer. Athena felt a surge of unease and vulnerability wash over her.

The Unspeakable casted again the detector. "The black book. The rest is clear." He pointed at a worn leather bound black thin book. The first Unspeakable, who was wearing the blue leather gloves, cautiously picked the thin black book. "'T. M. Riddle'. It seems to be a diary of sorts." She cautiously drops the black diary in the middle of the room, on top of a quickly conjured desk. The other Unspeakable then starts to cast diagnose spells at it. Erik cocks his head to the side and says.

Like a flood parted into two equal parts by a man holding a divine stick. And then one afternoon when she got tired and could no longer think again, she received a strange message from a woman who had wanted to talk to her. The woman was blind but she could walk almost as perfect as someone who could see clearly. She offered her a seat as she imagined a compact array of bright lights with white faces following the blind woman from behind. Of course, there was no lights. Just the smiling face of Betty Petersen as she introduced herself as a Canadian and a long time friend of James Blackwheel. At first, Maria thought she was joking when she said she was a long time friend of her ancestral fath

she menacingly said and crumpled her hand towards their direction as if it was them she was crushing in her hand. “What did you do?” Yahya asked the woman. Monma turned to her, fake surprise shown on her face. “You’re there! I thought it was dust,” she said and she maniacally laugh. “This--!” Yahya restrained herself but the corner of her lips rose in annoyance. “I’m going to tell you anyway,” the woman said, “It’s not only you who brought companions after all. From the trees in the forest, a woman wearing white clothes went out. “She’s Black, and she brings the night, she’s a rare aberrant! So nice right? Her name even fits her well,” Monma excitedly stated.