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he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested. "No, just cold," Brand lied through gritted teeth. His brother just laughed at him. "Don't worry, Brother. It will all be over soon, then we can get to the feasting," Brodi told him jovially. Brand frowned at him. "Easy for you to say," he muttered. "Really, Brother. I know you missed our ceremony, but believe me, I was just as nervous as you are." "It's the truth," Gunnar said, coming up to stand next to them, dressed in his own warrior finery. "He was sweating buckets. I thought we were going to have to run to the house a

Emma turned on the coffee maker at the usual time, fifteen minutes before six, while she took a shower and got ready. She would have her first cup of the day before leaving for work. Emma was a risk analyst at a major international company with its headquarters in Germany. She was the best at her job and had been the top-performing employee for over a year. She was relentless, strict, obsessed with cleanliness and order, a perfectionist, and… an exceptional woman. Everyone who knew her admired her, but not everyone.

Jeremy looks down on me with a soft smile, biting on his lower lip. Don’t look at me like that! We’re only supposed to be fake dating. Stop looking at me like I just hung the damn moon. I adjust in my seat, eyeing the glass of wine on the table. No, it’s too early to get drunk. “Yes, what Jeremy said.” “The gaming industry is brutal. I can’t imagine two rivals keeping it up while in love.” Mr. Hilton straightens, frowning at us. We’re about to be caught red-handed, of course Jeremy butts in to save the day as usual.

“The stakes here are not fair.” “How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn’t think so. Now I’m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.” Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. “You know, you’re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.”

he pointed to me saying "This Is laura "that is Sophia"She added shifting his finger to Sophia Wow only him got it right Finally the game came to its end and Eunice said "The winner of this game is Xander Cole and The Woman,I don't know her name..The woman in the Temple..Both of them now have the opportunity to ask anything of the Cole's".. "These ladies must be related..They confused everyone"A man said from the crowd I and Sophia stepped down from the podium..Everyone was eating and drinking..The hired dancers was dancing to entertain Everyone

She wanted to start her own business, and lately, she'd been seriously considering becoming a YouTuber. She knew that there was a lot of money to be made in streaming, particularly in gaming—provided one was actually good, that is. Skylar wasn't good. She was an exceptional gamer, and her specialty, first-person shooters, seemed to be the biggest draw in the gaming space. She could stream live on either Twitch, Mixer, or whatever, and she could upload daily videos to YouTube. She could really make a name for herself.

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

“Your baggage is my baggage. And mine is yours.” Archer runs his hand over my hair. “You don’t have any baggage.” “I do,” I insist. “And I’d feel better if I confessed.” Archer purses his lips, trying not to laugh. “Should I prepare myself for the skeletons in your closet?” “Just don’t judge me.” “I’ll do my best.” “I used to be really into competitive robot fighting. Like really into it.” Archer looks at me, blinks, and raises an eyebrow. “That’s a real thing?”

“Good. We’ll start easy.” There’s one person who doesn’t look thrilled. Her name is Mara. I think she must’ve joined after I left for the Nate Games. She’s the only other female here—tall, lean, with dark braids that swing behind her when she walks. Pretty, but cold. At first I thought I was imagining it, but it’s clear now. The way she barely answers when I speak. How she passes things to everyone else with a smile, but sets them down in front of me without meeting my eyes.