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I told him sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck. “Ah, I think you need to grow up before talking to her. I doubt Mr. Layne had let you enjoy life.” He laughed a little, rising from the seat, going through his drawer and taking out a few cards. “What… Do you mean?” I asked, tilting my head in confusion as he handed me… the card of a strip club. “Take these cards, they are VIP, enjoy yourself. Forget about that girl for now. If you felt the same after going there for her, then I will help you.” He smirked, sitting on the bed.

even was. It told me: [Conditions unmet. Mission will initiate upon sufficient capability and target reacquisition. Program will remain active until completion.] Because it had no emotions, it gave me books—endless books—to study. I crouched in front of her, the hatred in my eyes no longer hidden. "I wanted you dead. How could I ever fall in love with you?" With that, I got on my bike and sped off. The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news.

He shoved open the car door and got out, only to see Gavin stepping out of one of the vehicles across from him. Zion cursed under his breath. “What the hell do you want now?” They had just fought at Westbay, and now this guy had shown up again. Was he seriously not going to let up? Just like Chris. The man always seemed to appear the second he got wind of something. Under the dim lights, Gavin started toward him one step at a time. Zion immediately went on alert. “I’m warning you. Once G is healed up, you’re done.” Last time had to be because they had ganged up on him. There was no way Roy would have lost like that in a fair one-on-one fight.

The air is thick with the scent of desperation and greed. The room is a den of vice, with round tables scattered about, each one a battleground for high-stakes games of poker and blackjack. The green felt is worn and stained, a testament to the countless nights of excess. Stacks of cash and chips tower above the players, their faces set in determined lines, their eyes fixed on the prize. The chandelier above casts a yellowish glow, highlighting the tension etched on their faces. I spot my contact, a man, only a few years older than me, with umber skin and hazel brown eyes, his tattoos on full display.

Following the shop name printed inside, I managed to track down the online store of the seller. Unexpectedly, the store was empty, there was not a single item for sale. I had no choice but to tap on the customer service icon at the bottom of the page. I cautiously sent a message. [User2345: Hello, may I ask if the incense burners in your store are still available for purchase?] It was half past eleven at night, but to my surprise, the customer service replied quickly. [Satanic Shop: Hello dear, the products in our store can only be purchased with a strong desire. It seems we’ve detected that you don’t have a wish you truly long to fulfill.]

A small, rectangular box wrapped in brown paper. "What is that?" Cale asked. "I bought it at the hospital gift shop," Elion said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "While you were in recovery." He handed the box to Cale. Cale took it. His hands were steady now. He unwrapped the paper. It was a deck of cards. But not normal cards. They were oversized, with pictures of birds on them. Audubon Society Playing Cards. "Cards?" Cale asked. "You said you liked patterns," Elion said. "And logic. Solitaire is logic. And... I thought we could play. Since we can't do the physical challenges anymore."

Owen’s POV I lean back in the worn leather chair, the faint scent of tobacco curling around me from the cigar I’ve just lit, watching Sean and Roman across the table with an expression that masks the full extent of my satisfaction. They don’t yet understand how much we have the upper hand, but they will, soon enough. Their excitement is palpable, the kind of thrill that comes from knowing that you’re about to take something that doesn’t belong to you but feeling entirely justified in doing so. Maddie has made this too easy. She walks around like she owns the world, showing off the twins, holding Logan Rossi’s hand.

“I set up a memorial for our child in secret. Will you go and bring it to me?” Looking heartbroken, Leon could never say no to me. At last, no one was there keeping an eye on me. I picked up the teapot from the table and crushed the porcelain under the blanket, careful not to make a sound. I glided the broken shard across my aorta. The System’s notification rang in my mind. “Congratulations on exiting the world, Player. You have three months of life remaining in your original world.” Before I could open my eyes, the System’s voice cut through.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

Kenzo's hand tugged on the nightstand drawer, took something in there. "Bastard," Caramel cursed softly. When Kenzo found the object, he looked back at Caramel. Kenzo's eyes were darkened by the fire of passion, which was erupting so strongly within him. Dick Kenzo was hardened, felt tight and wanted to be applied, right now. Caramel's flushed face, and sweat that flooded her body, were the result of her having had two orgasms, because of Kenzo's tongue games. Caramel's condition, which made Kenzo even more aroused, Caramel's body captivated his desire violently.