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floor. It didn't take much time for Andrew to come into his mafia form.He pressed the button under his table and a table appeared from the floor ,containing all sorts of weapons. He immediately wore his Bullet proof jacket along with gear cloak shoulder holster with two pistols. He wore a thigh holster with CZ-75 . He put a blade in his shoes. In one hand he was holding AK -47 and in the other he was holding a pistol.Without further delay he moved towards the gun shots like the cheetah who is dying to kill his prey. His body held a strong power as he marched down the stairs killing his enemies who were coming in the way. Ethan was right behind him, covering him from the back.On the first fl

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.

Mugen was the first to act. As soon as the committee called the start of the match, fire surged from Mugen’s right fist and he immediately leaped towards Jai with his arm drawn. Jai widened his eyes, ‘Fast!’ He immediately dodged to the left as the fire fist rushed past his right shoulder. He could feel the heat as it passed. Jai immediately jumped back. Mugen turned around and the fire vanished from his fist. “You’re fast, Jai,” Mugen smirked, his eyes glinted with excitement.

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.

I stared at them coldly then said each word with finality. "Death be upon those who point their swords to my face in exchange for my people. I, Dante Montenegro from the Blood Moon pack, I build my throne with the skeletons of my enemies,"

the freckled male countered. “Fucking shit talker. Better live up to your damn sass,” the alpha growled before launching a telegraphed right hook. It was a fatal flaw Lexus had. If you knew how to rile him just right, he would fall back on outmatched strength instead of his tactics.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

Even the lords of the Kazakares and the giants of Humshu island attended. Lord Yokohama Yokozuna came dressed in the red armor of his clan. The Yokozuna is a clan of big dark-haired people with an even bigger temper to go with their body weight, this earned them the nickname "raging canons" among enemies and companions alike. Their beasts, the Maitzu are huge-shelled creatures. This allowed them to be able to build structures on their backs and attack from them. A raging Maitzu is unstoppable and no building can stand in its way for long. The Yokozuna clan is the best infantry in all of the human kingdoms and arguably the best in the whole of Mundillum.

" I ignored him. Group chat. 'Same time next week.' I wanted to ignore that one, but I put a thumbs up emoji. I couldn't risk them releasing the video before my finals. My whole junior year would be a waste if that happened. Fu8ck them. I would give them no emotion. They would get nothing from me except what I decided to give them. If I had to have meaningless se8x to get through this, I would. But fu8ck them both. ----- ----- -----

' I exclaimed inside my head. After countless trials and errors, I was able to free my fragile small hands from that annoying duct tape. I roamed my eyes first to observe my surroundings, as I heightened my senses to be ready anytime those bad guys appeared. Holding to the only weapon that I have in between my hands as if my life depends on it. My very own fountain pen... Don't underestimate pens, they can be deadly and dangerous for a weapon too especially if it was used in a crucial moment where your opponent did not expect you to use it.