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He looked at the keypad and his eyes went wide with a sudden helpless terror. "Oh, God " Nolan whispered, his hand reaching out to touch the metal of the junction box. "Dante this is an EMP blast. The internal relays are fused together. The deadbolts are locked into the frame by a heavy hydraulic pressure. A regular crowbar will not even scratch this kind of alloy."

“You just need to take care of the house.” “Why would you lie about something like this?” “Do you even understand how embarrassing this is?” His voice grew colder. “I’m meeting the CEO next Wednesday. If I bring this out…” “I’ll look like a joke.” Before Aurelia could speak, he tore the contract apart. The sound was sharp, Violent Paper ripping through silence. Fragments scattered into the air, falling slowly like snow. The unopened box beside it was knocked aside carelessly, sliding across the floor. Aurelia crouched down, one piece at a time. She picked them up. Quietly and carefully, each fragment felt heavier than it should.

She prayed with her eyes closed, only to open her eyes to see Xander's head leaning towards her, his lips set to receive a kiss from her. Keira immediately pushed him away, "I'm sorry Xander, but I can't do this with you." She pulled away from his reach, but he grabbed her arm violently, "Fuck what you can't, Keira." He hollered, tightening his grip around her arm, "You can and you will." His gaze upon her was bloodshot and they sent shivers down her spine. "Xander..." "I'm fucking you, Keira, whether you like it or not." His terse statement made her heart drop a thousand feet into the pit of her stomach. Keira Logan, you're doomed!

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

She completed and went down. “Wow, that was so cool.” “She was truly honest. The emperor is really like that. He never attacked people without a good reason. However, once people betrayed him, he does it mercilessly.” “Yes, like the exterminated Flame blood wolf pack.” “Shh! Don't talk about it. It's classified secret. The emperor placed a gag order on it.” “Still, that alpha went too far. Look what he brought to his pack.” “Shut up if you don't want to die here.”

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Neither Sam nor Nick had really been fighters before they left but certainly made up for it now. Surprise, surprise. That entire area was absolute chaos. Savagery, claws, teeth, and willpower. My brother’s arrogance and conceit were oozing out of him. He didn’t give a shit that his people were screaming out in pain, some having already lost their lives. They were collateral damage to him. That belief would be his downfall. It was clear why the Goddess hadn’t made him the firstborn because he’d have made a horrible fucking Alpha. That was more than apparent in his rein as the self-proclaimed Alpha Hades.

It kept returning it to me in flashes while I tried to work. I sat at the desk in my suite with Jakob’s acquisition files open and forced myself to focus. He wanted notes by evening. I gave him more than notes. I marked the soft assumptions, the numbers that leaned too hard on hope, the places where pressure could be applied later. When I finished, the summary was clean and sharp. I sent it. Then I opened the private window.

I shove his hand away, ready to strike, but his men grab me before I can move. “Let go of me, assholes!” I scream, kicking at them. Useless. “Ease.” His icy voice cuts through the room. His men immediately backed off. I glare at him, pouring every ounce of hatred into it. “You’re a rookie, aren’t you?” he asks. I say nothing. “Figured,” he murmurs, his tone enough to make my skin crawl. I bite down on my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. The image of my parents’ lifeless eyes fuels the anger burning inside me.

Tyr had the book, and Seren couldn’t let him take it away. “Seren, that book is related to an upcoming global disaster. Our mission is to return this book to Dragun Squad. We must not allow this book to fall into the wrong hands,” Jabir explained. “A great disaster? What a joke!” Seren exclaimed. “This is hilarious! Why do you even bother to make up excuses if you want to take this book for yourself? You’re a joke! The Song of the Empire was created to collect the fortune of the Vraniel Dynasty of over 400 years. Give me that book right now. It’s a family heirloom after all.”