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At the same time, joy filled my heart. After all, Jolin was my mother. My mother was the best forensic artist. She was able to recreate the appearance of the deceased from their skull and data analysis. I was certain she would definitely recognize me. Soon, my bones were taken back to the police station. My mother arrived and quickly examined my bones. Then, she frowned and said, "The skull is incomplete and shattered. I can't do facial reconstruction like this. Has there been any information from the missing persons?" The police officer, Mark, shook his head as he looked at my bones. "Dr. John claimed that there were severe fractures on the victim's leg bones. It's likely from a heavy impac

"The list was random. W-We don't know how Mr. Harding was included." Gabriella immediately saw through his guilty conscience and threatened him with the gun, "Say that again." Kenny immediately dropped to his knees and begged for mercy. He pointed at Freddie and said, "Mr. Morgan told us that this person looked very similar to his enemy, and he wanted to use him in the final game to vent his anger." Freddie was so scared that he fell to his knees. "Ms. Rutherfurd, he's talking nonsense! Please don't believe him! How could I possibly hate Mr. Harding?"

I exclaimed as he set me back down, my heart still racing from the exhilaration of the game. Timothy's eyes sparkled with pride as he looked down at me. "That was a close one for sure. But the better team one." Around us, fans crowded in, offering their congratulations and high-fives. But amidst the celebration, Alex lingered nearby, his cool façade slipping away to reveal the simmering anger beneath. "You got lucky, Timothy!" Alex spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "We demand a rematch!" I bristled at his tone, my fists clenching at my sides. "It wasn't luck, Alex. Timothy and his team earned that win fair and square."

He lunged forward, his broken blade meeting Remnant’s arm, which had transformed into a shimmering blade of blue energy. The clash of the two Rowans was a blur of silver and blue. It was a dance I had seen a thousand times, but now it was horrifyingly symmetrical. Every strike Rowan made, Remnant parried with a pre-calculated precision. Remnant knew Rowan’s every instinct, every move, every weakness. "You fight with emotion, Prototype," Remnant mocked as he drove a knee into Rowan’s ribs. "Emotion is a lag in the system. It makes you slow. It makes you predictable."

Like me no matter how they hide my past still it makes a way for me to remember it. I closed my eyes and Einger David’s face flashed on my head. How he laughs while he is putting his penis inside of me while I am hurting. How he satisfies his demonic act with my body. It made me shiver because he really looked like Devon. That got me mad when I remember how Devon satisfied himself when we made love. After his brother, now he is next but I am not Cassandra at that time. I am Irish Stephen and Devon loves Irish Stephen not Cassandra Felix, and Irish Stephen loves Devon; not Cassandra Felix. Cassandra didn’t love Devon and I am Cassandra now and nothing's going to change that now. Even a single

“You ok?” “I’m fine, you ready for this?” “I am.” replied Camron, “We need to be careful, we didn’t quite make it to Reiver Territory.” “I know, you did your best son. Let’s see what the Goddess has planned for us, if we live through I will be very much surprised.” “I know, I knew that when I took this mission. It’s been a honour.” said Camron as he held out his hand. The men shook hands and he then crouched into attack position by the boot of the unturned car to protect the relics for as long as he could.

Belphegor is nowhere to be seen because Archer is obviously here. “It’s so cute! Can I pet it?” Jackie asks. ‘Master, I am not comfortable with other people touching me.’ I can hear the disagreeing tone in Remoire’s thoughts. “Sure.” I smile at Jackie and instantly felt the betrayal in Remoire through our bond as master and tamer. ‘Master, you can’t be—’ I grab Remoire from my head and handed him to Jackie. ‘Master, I cannot believe—’ ‘Shut it. This is part of your punishment for the damages that you caused!’

Come on, it wasn’t mocking; what I had just seen was the sweetest thing in the world—her. “You can do it again,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. But it still trembled. Holding back laughter is no easy task. “Mom can definitely do it!” Felix encouraged Lenka with a clenched fist and a determined face. This time, Lenka looked more nervous than before. She kept adjusting her stance repeatedly and finally released an arrow. She scored a six—which was honestly not bad at all. I gently patted her back. “You did well, Lenka.”

“Hello mami Can I speak to Bobby Cross the ocean I’m feelin very lonely Him ah sleep Mami wake him for me I’m on the phone I wanna talk to my baby Phone call doesn’t help when your feelin lonely Him cah tell you things make you feel sexy I’m on romantic call I’m talkin to my baby down in ah mi yard I’m on a romantic call My man patra nah go take the prowl Watch this” “I remember this song, but I don’t know from where.” “That’s normal. Sometimes small things come back out of nowhere. That’s a good sign. It means that your memory is coming back.”

A man had walked up to me. He had sharp features and a tall, imposing frame. He often smiled, but when he did, it was unsettling. I noticed the deep scar on his neck. "Killian," I weakly uttered his name as I closed my eyes. Killian gave me a sly grin and pointed to the scar on his neck. "Edward did this. What do you think? How should I get back at him?" I suddenly recalled something similar he had said three years ago.