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There were other styles that others took, and such people were more difficult to fight against. For instance, Orange Monk’s style wasn’t the style of a Bull or a Boar. Orange Monk fought differently. Mane had seen records of that style before. It was called the style of the Piranha. Such people were agile, strong and very flexible. And when they lost their minds they were crazy difficult to deal with. Although Mane couldn’t be a 100% sure that Orange Monk was a Piranha, there was a 50% chance that Mane was right. Foxes were also rare. They were charming, intelligent, and fought by distracting their opponents with tricks and their looks to get their way. Piranhas became Tiger Cubs when they b

Faith chewed on her lips as her eyes moves towards the board again – she go through everything she has learned about the alliance once again. Lately, she was able to learn that every member is a wolf disguised as a sheep. Everyone is trying to tear the other down. She doesn’t care who wins in the end, all she wants is the doom of Aldo. She smashed her lips together, as her eyes fixed on a picture of a very attractive Asian man, Felix. She narrowed her eyes and recall what Levi told her about him.

Max is scrolling the group chat for updates when a message from Zen popped up. Zen: HELP Zen: fashion mall Zen: gang Zen: fight Zen is in trouble. His brows furrowed at the peculiar messages, confused he turned to the others. "Devon," he showed Devon the message, while Dex, Lucas, and Vasti checked their phones as well. "Let's go" Devon swiftly stood up and walked towards the door ahead of everyone. However, they were not able to follow suit when their steps halted to check another notification that popped up. "Zen: Bienley with us"

POV Wolf I could tell that Ruby was annoyed about me buying the dresses and crashing their shopping trip but I didn't care. I realized after lunch that Foxy wouldn't have the money to buy a dress at the stores that Cassy and Scarlett would shop at and I wasn't about to let her go without or be embarrassed. I wasn't expecting Ruby to understand or realize that Foxy wouldn't be able to afford the dress though. It made me like her more but I also needed her to understand that I take care of my people. Foxy is a member of my gang and my friend, it's my job to take care of her, not Ruby's. I really wasn't planning on buying Ruby's dress or Cassy's but since she pushed the issue, I decided to prov

He looks at me with a smirk on his face before he folds his arms over his chest. “We do this the way me and mine know how to. Those assholes down there are bikers and they are a different breed. Unless you have a better option?” he asks when I smirk. “Work with my uncles on this one or you can call in the big guns and have them sort them out.” I say, knowing if I called them, then there would be nothing left of them. “It’s your call, princess. As you said, it’s your capture.” “You do it your way, but let me deal with the others. I want Foxy one on one. She deserves the hell I will unleash on her.” I say with a chuckle as I twirl my fork in my hand and stab it down into the unsuspecting panca

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Just don’t make a fucking display of this.” Of course she wasn’t going to listen. Foxes were some of the loudest fucking annoying creatures sounding like howling gargles of devish gremlins and she was going to make sure everyone knew she was in there. Plus she was putting up quite the fight inside it was making it difficult to carry the damn thing.

tired af **Tyler:** pussy. u know what ur problem is? Here it comes. **Tyler:** u need to nut. Like actually nut. U been holding that shit in since birth. Bet u still jerk to hentai pillows or some weirdo cartoon shit I snorted, but the laugh died fast. He wasn’t entirely wrong. **Me:** nah I don’t even watch p**n fr **Tyler:** cap. Everyone watches p**n. What u beat it to then? The cursor blinked. I stared at it for a solid ten seconds.

“We need an ambulance.” “I leave for two seconds . . . ” Pink Bunny stomps a furry foot. “What happened?” “Dunno.” The unicorn waves plush hooves. “Steve was, ah, with a toy, I think the Mounty Pounder, and then maybe his heart or something . . . ” “No names!” Angry Fox stomps for the door. “They can’t be here! Can’t see this!” “It’s okay.” Carrie bends and places the pizza at her feet. “We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ”

A week after the embarrassing incident, Mark made yet another suggestion. “Just give it a shot, Samson,” he insisted after Samson said no for the hundredth time. “The guy is completely trustworthy. He won’t breathe a syllable to anybody about this.” His old friend couldn’t possibly be serious. “A shrink? You want me to go see a shrink?” Samson asked, looking at Mark like that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard come out of his friends mouth. And it probably was. “I’m a One hundred and Fourty three year old vampire, Mark. What could this guy possibly say to me that I haven’t heard before?” Samson asked.