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Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

He mumbled but he shook hsi head again and continued driving so fast. When Cullen arrived at the Tokyo club, he went to the lobby area and looked for Scarlet Heart. The receptionist told him that Scarlet Heart was not there. Cullen felt frustrated and entered the bar completely. He sat on the VIP area and it was Georgia again who was assigned to assist him. Georgia approached him. “What can I do for you, sir?” She asked. Cullen was having a grumpy face. “Where is Scarlet Heart? I want her! I need her now!” Cullen demanded and was so angry. ‘He is really into Scarlet Heart without knowing that Heartcille Reina and Scarlet Heart are one person.’ Georgia thought and she was finding the situatio

How convenient! Scar released a deadly growl focusing on Jace's hand on my breasts. Jace quickly removed his hand and asked in a quivering voice, "Who-who are you and w-what are you doing here?" Scar snarled in response and I laughed, tsk-ing at Jace. "That's my mate you little piece of shit. Didn't I warn you that my mate would come for me?"

Jubatus explained. Erella just nodded her head while holding her chin like she was thinking. "Then why did you mention Max's red eyes?" She asked unemotionally. "Because the human child that will destroy our world has blonde hair and red eyes," Jubatus answered quickly. "OHHHHH." Erella nodded her head once again. Then thought about what was happening to the Arryn Kingdom lately.

"She broke him. She’s going to use the tribunal tomorrow to strip us of our titles. She wants my crown." A low cough sounded from the darkest corner of the velvet room. A heavily cloaked figure stepped out from the shadows near the balcony. He wore dense leather armor devoid of any pack crests, and a long, jagged scar ran from his temple down to his throat. His eyes were cold and calculating—the unmistakable mark of an elite rogue who survived on blood money. This was Jarek, the leader of the Obsidian Daggers, a lawless mercenary group that operated in the lawless neutral territories.

I said calmly, taking a rope from a nearby table, my phone set on the table for Richard to get a clear view of what was going to happen “it was once said that the Ottoman empire had what they called jellad, it means killers, someone like the grim, his duty was to choke his victim to death. Even the strongest of men feared the jellad, everyone feared those men, even though they technically never saw their faces. It was said that their arrival sent a cold chill through the halls they walked through…” “Where are you going with this Kiara?” Richard asked stopping me, I smiled coldly at him, his eyes stayed on me as I walked behind his man “Kiara, what the hell are you doing?” “Showing you why th

I make a self-satisfied face and brush my hair off my shoulders with one hand. I see Azael with a pool stick in hand, walking towards me, with his particular torn black jeans, a white T-shirt that makes his tattoos show through, and a leather jacket. I approach him, pissed off, shortening the space between us, and several of his friends who look similar to him, look me up and down with mischievous smiles.

Justin quizzed. “We want the whole world to feel our pain.” Marius roared. “The crow killed the former rulers and we took their form.” Lelia said snapping her fingers before she changed stealthily to the real her. She was a full blonde with crystal blue eyes, Justin couldn't get his gaze off her. She was beautiful. “What's up with blonde girls and being evil?” He huffed.

Jucel looked up at the night sky, part of her hair covered her eyes, "I don't have any regrets. The queen was the first to declare war against me and Chloe. Black Crescents and other bandits will come in the name of the queen's rewards. I shall not back down." Jared's eyes widened. He knew that she lost her memories of Sarania itself. But who was she, really? Jucel may not have noticed but Jared heard her thick foreign accent, Sarania's accent. It appears whenever she's not focused in maintaining her learned Demetri accent. The male just stood in front of the silver-haired Saranian, unable to draw any word towards her. ~O~O~O~ CHLOE stood in front of their friends the next morning. There was

“Including royalty from our most valued allies. Please join me in welcoming Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack!” Spotlight blazed across my face. I stepped forward with fluid grace, ignoring the stunned silence from those who remembered the broken girl I used to be. As I moved toward the platform, something extraordinary happened. Ancient marks began to glow beneath my skin—silver lines that traced intricate patterns up my arms and across my décolletage. The mark of true royal bloodlines, power that hadn't been seen in centuries. The entire hall gasped. I reached the platform and turned to face the crowd, my marks still pulsing with otherworldly light. When I spoke, my voice carr