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The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

Right at this moment, the cell phones of the werewolves present at the scene pinged simultaneously. It was a message that I had scheduled to send to every werewolf. In it was the voice recording that I had left for Matthew.

He glanced at Damon who didn't seem to care about what he had just said but before he could open his mouth to continue, Caesar cut in. "It would have been better if he killed her." Caesar blurted with his voice filled with so much irritation. "That woman deserved death, Damon should have finished her once and for all." He added before taking his seat. "But killing her wouldn't change anything. Since she got reincarnated as a human,i doubt she remember anything about her past life." Darren, the youngest among the four suggested as he trailed off his last sentence.

My eyebrows pulled together, being face to face with him, he does look so familiar. "Well, I didn't want any disturbance as we talk," Nikolas said as he tucked his gun back in. I can't believe it was only yesterday when I snatched the gun from his hand before he almost killed himself. "Let's talk then," Marcel said before he walked to the couch and sat down, not once bothered by the two dead bodies in his living room. "Where is Frank?" He tried to hide his smile as he took a sip of his drink, "And why would I know that?"

I furrowed my brow and asked, "What do you mean by that?" Mom burst out laughing before she took out a small remote control from her pocket. "Do you know why we took out that accidental death policy on you? Why did it have to be today, and specifically at this dinner? It wasn't merely a trap—it was a sacrificial rite, Weston." She pressed the button on the remote control, causing the TV to flicker on and display a piece of surveillance footage. That footage showed several people in black robes standing around a baby, chanting incantations.

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

"That’s not the debt. That’s the Board. They’ve saturated the ventilation with dampeners to keep the 'Gifted' guests from using their abilities. It makes the air feel heavy for people like us." ​He turned me gently, his silver eyes scanning the room with a clinical, lethal precision. "We are here for the encryption keys to Life Zero. We play the part. We leave. No scenes." ​"And if Silas is here?" ​"He isn't," Julian said, his jaw tightening. "He sent someone else. Someone worse." ​He nodded toward the far end of the marble ballroom, near the balcony that overlooked the darkened city.

A loud gasp escaped from everyone's mouth, followed by a scream of "impossible." "Nothing is impossible," I said with a deep, calm voice, trying my best to avoid Kira's gaze and to be calm altogether. "I am the same Rey Reed that was killed by your best player," I said, pointing at the venom woman. "How did you come back to life after two months of being at the burial site?" Ryan asked in shock. I replied with a smirk, "Like I always say, I am a cat with twenty lives." "Besides, tomorrow never dies and the angel won't even accept my soul."

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Her voice was quiet through the rain and eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they created a dent between the two. "Reniella De Vega and Deshawn Cervantes. Don't worry, I'm just checking in," Death replied. From the time written on his watch, it was New Year's Eve that Deshawn Cervantes was supposed to die. Deshawn, though soaked from the rain, looked very much alive. "We're fine," Reniella cut in sharply. Death nodded his head slowly and the gold sheen of life that exuviated from Deshawn was clear even through the darkness. It was a bright aura that stuck to his body and stretched out before melting against Reniella's ambiance.