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Not even just an omega… but the lowest ranked, most unwanted, most unneeded creature in this pack. If I died here, right now, I was certain I’d be tossed away like trash, something to be forgotten by morning. No ceremony, no tears—just discarded. The idea made my stomach twist with a sick kind of sadness, a hollow ache in my chest. Maybe… if they were feeling generous, they’d carry my body to my uncle and aunt, dump it on their doorstep like a unwanted package. But even that thought made my stomach twist harder, a wave of bitterness rising up.

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

“Please let this be real. Please don’t take them away from me.” A warm breeze stirred the air around me, carrying the scent of jasmine and something else, something wild and free and full of promise. It felt like an answer. When I opened my eyes, all four of them were standing at the kitchen window, watching me with identical expressions of love and longing and absolute certainty. Five more days. I could wait five more days.

All of the bad guys fainted and they vanished in the air. We also saw the victim fainted too because of the wounds and blood that has been lost to his body. (Author's Note: I just wanted you to know that the Series 2 of this Novel is already posted on Dreame entitled, The Delightful Agony. And because we're progressing. That Series 2 will be free for so long! So what are you waiting for? Check it out now! Don't forget to follow me on Dreame and add it to your library! Have a great day!)

But what she doesn’t understand is why can Freeda see it too? Freeda was seated beside him at the table and Jude just listened and felt how weird Freeda was reading the book while he sees nothing in it. "This book is about eternal love and sacrifice until death, but the deity has a gift, that is beauty in immortality, what exactly is beauty in immortality?" Freeda read and Jude was amazed.

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I am not so good at breaking death news. I went inside the car and sped as fast as I can to where I left that fucker. I didn't know how I even parked the car when I reached. I just went off it and rushed inside. Odd silence welcomed me and like I expected, four dead bodies laid on the ground and the motherfucker was nowhere to be seen. A frustrated sound worked its way free of my throat and I just wanted to break something. How the fuck did he do it? I saw a piece of paper laying over one of the men's lifeless body. I bent down and took it in my hand and read the few words scribbled on it.

She had been so close to proving it. She tried to push herself up again, her arms trembling. Her hand brushed something cold and wet on the floor. She turned her head slowly, ignoring the fresh wave of pain. Four bodies. Four dead bodies lay scattered around the dim, abandoned warehouse-like room. Blood pooled beneath them, dark and sticky. Their eyes were open, staring at nothing. They looked like young girls. Elena’s breath caught. She forced herself to stay calm, swallowing the rising panic. Stay alive. Stay focused.

He could sense a fourth one around, but already, he knew that it was the fledgling, Yodah - was still one till he turned eighty. Inside the library, Freya felt fear slam into her, the emotion beating in her head, swamping her, driving out the heavy, trancelike cobwebs. Someone was distraught, crying, feeling pain as sharp as a knife. She staggered to her feet, clutched at the back of a chair. Images pushed in. A young woman with pale, white skin, a large stake protruding from her chest, blood running in rivers, her head detached from her body, something sickening placed in her mouth. A ritual killing, symbolic, a warning of others to come. A serial killer, here, in this land of peace.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4 "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒....𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣