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Even before coming here, he already know who he was picking. He pointed at Mudryk, who happened to be the squads leader. "I pick him!" Mudryk, freed himself and took a step forward. "He is a grade one fighter! Best killer on planet earth. Fighting skills in a scale of 1-10 was 8. Perfect vision and sufficiently fast in combat!" "And him!" He pointed at Felix, the IT guy. He could hack the unhackable and trace the untraceable. He stepped forward too. Followed by Samson, the distraction instrument, kylian and Lionel followed suite. They were relatively good in combat as well.

"Well done! You really don't disappoint!" Drakon exclaimed in praise for Frank. "It'd be a bore if you died too quickly." Frank slowly turned toward Drakon. Being a martial elite, he knew that Drakon was actually the strongest hostile in the room. Still, he could not care less, even pointing at his feet as he growled, "I can appreciate how far you've come, so kneel and apologize to Vicky, and I might just let you live."

They are two of our strongest female fighters. “Alpha Vincenzo! Joining training this morning?” Fabian, one of my close friends, and leader of the fighting squad, asks me. He’s already shirtless, in a pair of gym shorts. I actually considered him to be my Beta, but he does so great with the fighting squad and he is already well-liked by the pack. Renz showed a lot of potential, even if he is quiet and keeps to himself. I wouldn’t change that decision. “Yea, Fab. I’m in need of a good sparring session.” I clap my hand down on his shoulder and we share a laugh and walk over to an open spot.

Jackson couldn't let Jessika stay here and get deeper into the pit of iniquity. Tonight was unlike any other night. Jackson could see the comfort women moving from the lower class to the VIP class. Jackson couldn't deny that the women in front of him were beautiful and seductive, but unfortunately, none of them could replace Jessika. For Jackson, only Jessika was beautiful, and no one else. It was time for the introduction of the VIP class women, where a woman by the name of Anya was introduced. A beautiful and quite seductive woman, Jackson didn't even blink when she appeared.

It's been so difficult for me to readjust these past few weeks that my best friend has lost time for me, but I'm relieved now that I know he cares as much for me as he does for his girlfriend. I'm now at the gymnasium with Patricia today because Patrick is trying out for the URIAN Volleyball Team for the forthcoming URIAN Day and Sports Fest. The Sports Fest will be held soon as well, and I am looking forward to it although I do not participate in sports and was chosen as a pianist in a band in the Accountancy Program.

😓😓😰😰😰😰 and I need you and you are not here. Bestie: you know what? It's fucken over. You are not my bestie anymore... Bestie: okay Precious I need you. Pleaseeee come back. I agreed to the date... but I have a suggestion.. 😋😚 Bestie: fuck you.... 😭😭 Bestie: I'm best friendless.. that's me😕😑 I laughed at all the shit she wrote then responded..

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.

He prefers motorcycles instead of cars and he has always been in love with his super bike. ″The one and only Matthew Kingston. Believe me, I was really surprised when I heard.″ He says, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. ″But, he’s doing alright. He has a broken arm and a fractured rib—that’s it, could’ve gotten worse if he rode his bike,″ He adds.

Dikiy Voin or should I say Tom's. 2. Minahil's.

Part of falling for Ethan meant getting to know his world—and his world included three guys who’d been his friends since middle school. There was Jake, the tallest of the group, with a perpetual smirk and a reputation for being able to talk his way out of anything. He was the one who organized the weekend hangouts, the one who always knew where the party was. Underneath the laid‑back exterior, though, he was fiercely loyal. I’d seen him step between Ethan and a guy who’d made a snide comment about him transferring schools. Jake didn’t throw a punch, but he didn’t have to. The look he gave was enough.