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Abby swallowed hard, torn between fear and the surge of something dangerously close to hope. In the kitchen, Daniel sat at the table, his phone glowing in the darkness. He had been silent for hours, scrolling through contacts, checking feeds, scanning whatever networks he still had access to from his days on the streets. He wasn’t Edward, with his private security and limitless resources, but Daniel had something else—instinct. He knew when trouble was circling. And tonight, trouble was closer than any of them wanted to admit. The knock came just after midnight. It was soft. Too soft.

“He is only playing with you.” “Really, Miss Autumn?” Another crashed downstairs. “I need to go.” And without saying anything to him, went downstairs, silently hoping that it was only a mouse. A large mouse as large as a lion.

Shoot. I waited. Reuben was screaming orders. Alyssa was gone—vanished in the crossfire like a ghost. Then Jillian saw me. His voice cut through everything. “Duck!” I dropped as another shot exploded behind me. Reuben was trying to escape, limping toward the door. I raised the gun. Aimed. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pull the trigger. Jillian fired first. Reuben collapsed in the doorway, groaning. Alive. But barely.

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

She crouched low beside the wall, breathing hard. The platform stretched around the tower before connecting to an old maintenance ladder leading downward toward the lower rooftops. Perfect. Nova glanced back toward the open vent one last time before slowly moving toward the ladder. Behind her, distant voices echoed faintly from inside the tower. “…check the east hall.” “She couldn’t have gotten far.” Nova smirked slightly. Good luck with that. She carefully grabbed the ladder and started climbing downward. Halfway down, voices drifted up from a nearby rooftop. “…Alpha’s gonna lose his mind.”

Everything happened so fast, and angry comments filled the stream. "It'd be fine if he were the only one who destroyed his future for a girl, but he dragged the rest of his class down with him. How can someone so dumb manage to get a 4.0 GPA? He's no better than the pig my dad rears." "Mona Culver is really something. She tricked an entire class of high achievers! She's got them wrapped all of them around her little finger!"

she exclaimed, frustrated at their situation right now. "Is there someone inside?" they glanced at each other upon hearing the voice. There's a dead person at the hall. Karma has a burn on her face. They were left inside the crime scene. In short, they're in trouble. "We have to get out of here right now" searching around the room for an escape, Kieran pulled Karma towards the window. "Go help yourself!" he said and motioned her to climb up the window. Karma rolled her eyes before doing so.

“Miss Jones, that’s not what I meant! I just happened to glance at the company’s financial report. Our quarterly net profit is barely over two hundred thousand dollars, but your wardrobe alone costs more than that…” As she spoke, her voice grew louder, as if gaining confidence with every word. Finally, she delivered her conclusion with self-righteous determination, “Miss Jones, the reason the company’s profits are so low is because you’re bleeding it dry!” I froze, staring at her for a moment before turning to Daniel. “Is that what you think too?” I asked, my voice steady but cold. Daniel’s face was grim, his tone icier than I’d ever heard. “Yuna, I’m deeply disappointed in you.”

I maintained my grip on one blade, rotating to slash into the downed wolf behind me, and I scrambled to my feet as Gage dived at the beast again. Propelling myself to my feet, I shot my gaze around the gloomy tunnel, catching a glimpse of Alissa’s frightened face as her foot slipped, and then she disappeared from sight. There was a lot of noise with the brawl still ensuing behind me, but I would have sworn I’d heard the name “Rylan” echoing back.

Charles declared, relishing every word. Curiosity piqued, Nathan quickly navigated to a news website. The headlines painted a vivid picture of GRACE's downfall – investors abandoning ship, a company in crisis, and uncertainty about its future. He scrolled through the articles, absorbing the details. "Looks like Hunter's empire is crumbling," Charles chuckled on the other end, his satisfaction evident. "His ruthless tactics are finally catching up with him." Nathan's eyes narrowed as he processed the information. The news portrayed Hunter's predicament as a significant setback, a fall from grace. He pondered the implications of GRACE's downfall and its potential impact on the business landsca