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*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

Liam responded with exhilaration, “With his strength, he should have been a damage dealer or swordsman, right?” He added, “Now the most mind-blowing fact that I found out was that his reputation is terrible in the camp. Terrible enough to be bullied. They called him Chakra Freak ” “Chakra Freak! What the hell does that even mean?” “He has a 0.1 Chakra to beast ratio...” “Are you kidding me?” Wu’s eyes were ready to come out of their sockets, “That’s too low!“ “Yes, it is. That’s why I’m telling you to think this through.”

"None of your business." "I noticed that Manny seems to have an interest in you." Youlee laughed. "You wouldn't be jealous of that idiot, would you?" "The medical books say that jealousy leads to longevity." Youlee laughed, lifting Chad's head with both hands. "You talk too much. Open your mouth." Chad opened his mouth, and Youlee placed a pill in it. "There's no cure for fox fragrance, but this is a detox pill from Karamon. See if it works."

Glossary: Tholus = dome/arena - Immo = yes - Cupam = liquor/whiskey - Futuo = fuck - Chinga = small animal with a purple fur body/white mane like a lion, size of a newborn kitten *~~~* She was almost finished with her book when her stomach began to growl. She would have cooked, but her items had not arrived yet. Sighing, she headed to the computer by the door and called her brother. After speaking to him, she called Jay to see if she and Cobra wanted to go to the dining hall.

"Day two of champion-against-champion fights is about to begin. Get your banners in the air and cheer on your favorite champion. First up, we have Lt. Shaan of Cok and Capt. Vipul of Hassin. Please step into the arena," the announcer says and the two of them leave the holding area.

Very entertaining. My followers had multiplied overnight. People were reposting my videos. Strangers were defending me. Other strangers were diagnosing me. Someone had already created a fan account dedicated to my facial expressions whenever Ethan appeared beside me. I had no idea whether to be flattered or deeply concerned. Ruelle had been delighted by the entire thing. "You're becoming a brand," she'd announced earlier, sprawled across her sofa like a woman who had personally invented social media. "A chaotic, expensive, legally married brand."

NOLE POV "Day two of champion-against-champion fights is about to begin. Get your banners in the air and cheer on your favorite champion. First up, we have Lt. Shaan of Cok and Capt. Vipul of Hassin. Please step into the arena," the announcer says and the two of them walk out looking proud. Anxiety and bloodlust pulse through my blood stream. I want to be out there. I want to feel my knuckles crashing into Darsh's burgundy flesh. I want to give myself over to my feral side and let my instincts choose which female I truly desire.

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.