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Lucas watched with a blank expression before issuing another order, "Toss her into the pool." Freya shook her head desperately and tried to beg for mercy, but no words would come out of her mouth when she tried to speak. She watched in despair as they grabbed her and tossed her into the pool. What happened at the ceremony spread like wildfire on the internet. "The president of Cadell Corporation killed his daughter for a bastard, and his childhood sweetheart left him!" "Is he the father of the boy or the Devil Incarnate?" "The president of Cadell Corporation is a soulless, sick, and twisted man!"

she whispered. Amy froze. Ellie’s hand slid into Amy’s coat, found the gun at her waist, cocked it with trained precision and raised it. One shot, the crack of it shattered through the club like thunder. The man behind Amy screamed, blood exploded from his shoulder and he dropped the weapon. Amy spun around, eyes wide the man was on the ground, writhing, screaming, arm mangled. Amy didn’t hesitate, she stepped forward, fired one clean shot into his hand—shattering bone, the gun went flying. Silence in the club, absolute silence.

"Here, take my hand. Even if you fall, I'll be there to help you stand back up again" His Flower's Point Of View The thick stench of blood was strong in the smoke filled air. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the scent. My instincts had me gagging, maybe too loudly. Another scream echoed from not too far away and I squeezed my eyes shot, willing the horrifying sound of pain to disappear. A small sound of desperation escaped my parted lips and I froze in my position. That was loud. More loud than I thought it would be.

"Whatever. Let me show you these." He felt her eyes on him as her curiosity radiated off of her. Lucas picked a box from the shelf and opened it, revealing bullets. "Is there supposed to be something special?" She asked, her voice laced with disappointment. Lucas put a glove on and picked up the little bullet carefully between his two fingers. "These are silver bullets. It will kill werewolves or at least cause some serious damage." He explained. "That's so cool! Why have you got them?" She asked, taking a silver bullet to look at.

Screams resounded as the dust filled the air, Camellia wielded a gun in each hand, firing simultaneously. Bang... Bang... Two consecutive gunshots. Two bullets hit right in the middle of the eyebrows, creating two bloody holes. One bullet pierced through one head of the Wolf Gang, then shot into the second head's forehead. Another one struck the third head's forehead dead center, with unparalleled precision. The movements were swift and beautiful, even more aesthetic and impactful than a Hollywood movie's gunfight! The Marksman Camellia never missed! Everyone was shocked, and chaos ensued. Rose flew into the air, following the thread as it soared up to the third floor, with bullets chasing a

I seethed, glaring daggers at him, my eyes bloodshot from anger and tears that still streamed down my face. His response was laced with arrogance, taunting me with a smirk. “Oh, my dear, you couldn't harm a fly, let alone me." Little did he know, he had pushed me beyond my breaking point. The love I felt for Steve, combined with the burning rage that surged through my veins, ignited a fire within me that I had never experienced before. I had always been the silent, conflict-avoidant one. But when I spotted a gun lying on the ground, something changed inside me. I reached down, picked it up, and clenched it in my trembling hand…

Flora's voice slices through the garage like a gunshot, echoing off walls and pillars. She bursts out from between two parked cars, flashlight in one hand, tactical baton in the other. Her eyes are wild with fury, her stance low and ready—a lioness protecting her pride. The attacker with the syringe lunges at her, face obscured by a black mask. Flora dodges fast, pivoting on her left foot with unexpected grace, slamming the baton across his jaw with a sickening crack. He grunts, stumbling back, one hand reaching for his shattered mandible.

"Okay but, this isn't fair. You need to look on the bright side too, what about times that you want to live your life to the fullest?" I scoffed. "You are ridiculous". "Every time you feel like you want to live, promise me you'll put up a flower" Aarish said. "Oh shut up, I am not like you Mr square shooter, and I am not planning to change who I am and why would I?" "It’s only fair, you shouldn't be so dark, Li" He continued” and a butterfly with a flower is not lonely" he stopped. "And you didn't kill your brother" He said barely audible.

"Hel..." "I want you in my room now!" The boss ordered. How much she hated his commanding attitude. "Haaahhh! I will kill you." She screamed and stormed out of the room, stamping her feet very hard on the ground. Xander chuckled when he saw her reaction after the phone call. 'She is such a wild flower' There was a loud bang on the door. He knew that it was only Ariande that would do that. "Don't pull down my door as you did my car." He shouted to her hearing. She opened the door and barged in.

The second voice sharpened. "There's something nearby." "You're imagining it." "No. Listen. Past the water. Small heart. Scared." I stopped breathing. "Goddammit, Hart. We leave. Now." "We're not doing anything wrong. Just a stroll under the pretty moonlight." A pause, long and deliberate, long enough to rewrite everything I thought I knew about the shape of the world. "Hunting little children." The whistle cut through the dark. High and sharp, from somewhere across the clearing.