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she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

His body crashed into the tube. The sound of cracking glass echoed loudly. Gasps erupted throughout the hall. Yoren narrowed his eyes. He saw a clump of bloodied cotton fall right near the cracked tube. Yoren's eyes widened instantly. In a split second, he remembered Cyril’s bandaged hand. Yoren realised something. Damn it! At the same time, the Beast’s eyes snapped open, burning wildly. It let out a powerful growl that shook the hall itself. Its long fangs gleamed beneath the lights before an ancient howl thundered across the entire room.

Chapter 39/ Epilogue Five years later Foxy’s POV It’s like my past is a dream. A dream of things that seem so distant from the life I’m living now. I can’t imagine living without Blair and our twin sons, Blade and Austin, and it looks like I finally found my happy ending. I love my little family, and Blair and I are happily mated.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

I half yelled at his disgusting face angrily. He opened his mouth to retort back. Due to this, his breath fanned near my nose. It was awful. I had to cut him off. "Aw, my poor nose! You smell so bad that even the rotten eggs must be jealous of you." I commented. "You know what I wanted to torture your pathetic life for at least two days but I can not stand your horrible breath anymore, so any last desire?" I asked emotionlessly while pulling out my pistol. His eyes widened and started trembling with fear. He tried to beg again but before he could open that horrible mouth I asserted, "Don't. My poor nose will bleed and It will not be able to bear your smell."

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

I heard her pleading sobs and my vision turned red. My wolf stirred, the beast rising to the surface with a ferocity I’d never felt before. I clenched my fists, fighting for control. The last thing I wanted to do right now was become a beast. But perhaps because this was a full moon or the situation called for it, my wolf would not heed. She overwhelmed me and burst forth. The transformation was instant. My muscles expanded, my claws extended, and my vision sharpened. One moment I was an aching human body on the floor. The next, I was all snarling teeth and vicious claws.

But the smell; burning fabric, plastic, flesh, hit her like déjà vu. She stumbled back, chest heaving. Not again. From the hallway came a final, echoing scream, and then the unmistakable crackle of fire.

Shayari's pov I Saw a figure moving forward to the stairs i took my steps forward and without wasting time I hit the goon and an ear piercing scream can be heard that I guess woke the whole house And that scream belongs to the great one and only Shayari Firoz. Yes it's me I screamed as I could not hit that man but he definitely did. "leave me!" I screamed in pain as the person who ever he is has twisted my wrists and has pinned me on the floor

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo