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During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

I lost my balance as I fell on the ground, he smiled wickedly, his face showing his victory, my legs could not stand, I just kept on crawling backwards with my gaze fixed on him. I had accepted my fate, it was all going to be over. Soon … very soon, I would be in a lifeless state, I wondered if the machete would hurt as much as I had anticipated, prick through my skin, stop my heart slowly. Imagining this brief moment of the afterworld, maybe I would get to see my parents, my brother, Elsie in the afterworld but I had killed a man, my dark mind reminded me. What if I was going to hell? To total damnation because of my sin. The red eyed man stepped closer to me then raised his hands to slice

Diana thought to herself. Vero looked at her worriedly, "She will die! Her Majesty will die if she continues to bleed!!!" Vero tries to stop her. But in vain because Diana's power does not allow anyone to interfere with her. Diana kept clenching her fists, making every blood in her body gush out. "You did it again," Allan thought. Slowly, the wounds on Rai and Pine's chests closed as Diana's blood flow decreased. This body absorbs Diana's blood and heals all wounds.

With that, the blade slashed through his thigh, hitting his femoral artery, then the abductor revealed the fate of everything he held dear. “I have taken the liberty to inform your family, friends and co-workers of your crimes, everyone will believe you ran away or took your own life, nobody would ever want to be associated with you and your precious family will hate you. Nobody will look for you.” He was slowly passing out as he heard those words. “You monster.” he whispered. “You made me.” The abductor laughed, watching him take his last breaths. It was survival of the fittest, kill or be killed that was the rule.

“I am. Why? Are you afraid now?” I fought the urge to run. “I will live… right?” “Don’t worry, your book missed one vital information. There was actually one who survived,” he replied instead. “There were three people who were foolish enough to do what you are doing now. And one of them got lucky.” “Who?” Blade just shrugged. “Is that person okay?” “He is alive, Katniss. Isn’t that the most important thing? And since you seem to be as foolish as him, you will live, too.” Blade shook his head and added, “Foolish people are needlessly brave.”

Her presence was a testament to the potential of connection to empower and uplift even the most unlikely of heroes. Together, Nathan, Miranda, Emily, and their team fought with an unwavering belief in the symphony of connection. They dodged bullets, overcame obstacles, and stood strong against the forces of disconnection. Their every action spoke of their commitment to a world where empathy, understanding, and love triumphed over hatred and violence.

This is the last thing which should have happened at this time. "I killed my wife and child..." Xavier looked at Ace with Broken state. "No you didn't... It was an accident..." Ace tried to assure him. "I killed them and I don't have a right to live anymore... I want to meet them, I have to apologize..." He said taking out his gun. "I am going to meet my Sarah..." He placed the barrel of gun on his head and Ace looked at him horrified. "I don't deserve to live..." Ace held his hand at the same time and thankfully bullet hit the ceiling instead of his head.

One day, Dad called me, his voice low and solemn as he said, "Daphne, Lucille's father and brother were beaten to death overseas by their former subordinates." They had tried to force Lucille's father and brother to hand over money, but they simply didn't have enough to give. In the end, the mob went wild and beat them to death. Hearing this, I thought it was truly brutal. But thinking about it, I felt like it all made sense. They had killed Chase, and now, they were killed by their own men. Perhaps this was karma.

CRASH I was thrown out of the memory, a disorienting feeling, the world around me darkened it felt like I was dragged on a ground of spikes, my body was on fire, I felt it through his body, I was not sure what was up or down, I blinked forcefully to centre myself and remove the blur in front of my eyes. That’s when I realized that this wasn’t blur, it was tears, tears of an 8 years old child in terrible pain, the hollowness in his chest had widened, what filled it was the ever choking feeling of pain. When the tears passed and my eyes finally focused, the air in my lungs were taken from me like a punch to my gut, I stood over Liora, she was bruised, she was bloody, and her favourite off-whit

“Let her go!” Victor deflected the shots with a wave. “Come then, brother. Face what you could have been.” Elias shouted. “More drop pods incoming! We’re about to be overrun!” Theo blasted a path. “Fall back to the secondary hub! We can’t hold the courtyard!” Seraphina moved the carriers. “The newborns are glowing brighter. They’re lending what little power they have to Hope.” Hope struggled against the chains. “I feel both bloodlines. Yours is empty, Victor. Ours has heart. That’s why we’ll win.”