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There was a murmur of surprise and disbelief. “Sounds like Shai-Hulud,” said Maurice knowingly. “Is that a Dune reference?” I said, regretting it immediately. “Yes. And it’s pronounced Doon.” “No, it isn’t,” I said. Maurice was too deep in his element to be distracted by the nay-saying of plebs like myself. “The giant sandworms, the Shai-Hulud, roam the planet Arrakis as servants of the gods.” There’s never a giant worm around when you need one. I’d have gladly walked into its yawning gullet at that moment.

I found myself laughing at both Jackson's red face and Boraxip's shocked look as he gawked at Jackson. "And that ladies and gentlemen, is Sandra's greatest creation," Messiah says laughing at his brother. "I fucking love you kiddo," that made Jackson frown. "Kiddo?" Jackson repeated, eyeing Messiah. "Oh," Messiah is quick to stand from where he was sitting, walking over to us. He plopped down on the edge of the coffee table. "I suppose introductions are in order," he says with a wide smile. "I'm Messiah, Boraxip's brother," he held out a hand for Jackson. For a minute, Jackson gawked at him before recovering quickly and taking the outstretched hand.

The staggering presence grew until the green sarcophagus reached within a mile from the battlefield. Unable to withstand the pressure any longer, a voice screamed, "It's the Divine Corpse! The Divine Corpse has awakened!" The peaking morale of the invaders pouring through the crumbling formation of the routed defenders immediately plummeted down a dark hole and the deserters felt themselves filled with renewed faith that their accursed order might be salvaged after all. "We're saved!" Exultant cries from the defenders tore through the air with whoops and exclamations of joy, "Come back, all of you! The Divine Corpse is awakened! The Divine Corpse is awakened!"

He was old and trickish, and he had his way to obtaining reasons for a visit from the lips of those who visit the graves of their loved ones in the cemetery. “The goddess forbids the guardian from taking the noble for a wretched blotted pig. I am Qwen, one of the most nobles of Rainbow Crest Pack, lead me now to the grave of my beloved friend, Melo Amber.” I said, my voice exuding the purest command of a noble blood. “My apologies, my lady, but why have you come to disturb your friend who had slept in the bosom of the goddess?” the guarding said with his head bowed before me.

The psychopathic lord sighed, lighting another cigarette in an attempt to calm his anger. Darkous reached into his pocket for his phone as it beeped, informing him that he had a new message. He gazed down at the device, smiling as he saw the name of the sender. Michael had written a brief message stating that they were closing in on the little princess, adding that they should return before dark. The psychopathic lord’s anger began to deflate as his smile widened, leisurely placing the mobile phone back into his pocket. He took a long draw of his cigarette, leaning against the door frame as he waited. He wouldn’t wait to greet the girl once she returned.

With a guttural roar, a monstrous form erupted from behind the abandoned car, a terrifying sound echoing in the sudden silence. During the altercation, the man who had called her "babe" was nowhere to be seen, leaving Ella to face the looming danger alone. The man restraining her seemed impossibly strong, his grip relentless, draining her strength with each futile struggle. Despair washed over her as she began to sob. "Is this the end for me? I'm running out of strength. He's so strong... God, please help me. Is this it? Please save me. I still want to become wealthy, Lord," she cried out, her voice choked with terror.

he said in amazement “Yes. And I apologized for your death.” Navi looked straight in the man’s eyes and calmly asked, “If I’m dead, then who are you?” “Don’t tell me…” he paused “You’re an alien, aren’t you?’ his eyes widened as he continued. The Old man grinned, trying to suppress his laughter. “I guess I’m the one who you could call God in your world” “God?” he replied back “Yes.” He answered “I control things and do the best for each one of the creation. I create storms, global

A new title appeared on every screen in the world, scrolling in a font made of starlight: "BOOK TWO: THE MARS AUDIT. PROTAGONIST: HOPE THORNE-VANCE. STATUS: INITIALIZING..." The sound of the 1977 cassette tape played one last time—Hiss. Click. Whir.—and then, the music changed. It wasn't a ballad anymore. It was an Anthem. "Check your pulse, Reader," Hope’s voice echoed through your device. "The first chapter of the future just dropped. And this time... You’re the Co-Author."

This place felt like it had a soul. “This is… nice,” I whispered. “No,” I corrected myself. “It’s beautiful.” “Do you like it?” Damon asked. “Yes,” I said without hesitation. His eyes locked on mine, steady and serious. “Then it’s yours.” I froze. “What?”

Before she could finish, Elijah raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. “Nonsense! There is no pretending. Sadie is your real savior!” This time, Thea became confused. “How is that possible? She’s clearly an imposter. Cassie is the one who saved me!” Elijah narrowed his eyes. “Who told you that? To protect the identity of the real donor, I never revealed who saved you. I even ordered everyone involved to keep it strictly confidential.” Thea fell silent for a moment. Under Elijah’s pressure, she finally admitted the truth.