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As her feet drew closer to the door, the low buzz gradually got clearer, transforming into a loud, high-pitched rasping sound. Recalling Kate’s latest bluff, Zia’s eyes widened with suspicion. Was she really going to?… No way! “Hey!” Zia shouted as she fumbled with the door’s lock. Throwing the door open, she jumped backward, just in time to avoid being split in half by her crazy best friend’s chainsaw. “Are you crazy, Kate?!” “Yes, I am. You are driving me crazy!” Kate screamed above the saw’s loud noise. She turned off the saw and Zia’s thumping heart slowly returned to normal. Her wide eyes remained glued to Kate’s furious ones.

She pressed the gas and ran several red lights, speeding back. Matthew tightened his hold on Nora, panic rising in his voice. "Lauren, what are you doing? Why are you turning back? Nora says her head hurts. She might've been bitten. She needs treatment right now!" Lauren's jaw tightened. She said nothing, her eyes fixed ahead on the cluster of police cars and ambulances. "Simon and Alicia are still there. Are you telling me to leave them behind?" Matthew pressed his lips together. "That's not what I meant. I just saw the news. Someone died… I figured, if they're already gone, shouldn't we…"

Every office door remained closed. Every light stayed off. Every shadow looked the same. Then... A faint metallic sound echoed behind us. Click. We turned. The maintenance door at the end of the corridor... Was slowly swinging shut. Someone had just gone through it. "Go!" Abe shouted. We sprinted down the hallway. The door slammed shut just before we reached it. Abe threw it open. Darkness. Narrow concrete stairs. The sound of running footsteps below. "They're here!" I yelled into the radio.

The lyrics go like this, I’m lighting I’m thunder I’ll bury you underground, Underground Look at me Attack me I’ll put you on your knees cause I’m ready now I’m ready now Ah ya I’m gonna break you, break you down. Ah ya, it’s all or nothing, nothing now. You going up against the greatest and it’s gonna get messy If you wanna try to test me You’re going up against the greatest take a swing, you’re gonna miss me. Yeah, it’s going down in history.

"Once we've collected all the data, I'll revive him." In the final second before my consciousness faded, I gathered the last of my strength and thought, "I won't be coming back this time." Then, the system's alert chimed urgently. [Condition three completed. Reclaiming sister's intellect.] [All return conditions satisfied. Full recovery protocol initiated.]

He picked up the guitar and began to sing. "Lory, this is for you. Our last love song." (Dear Gangster Trilogy OST: Our Last Love song by HeavenKnowsFLO) Breath in, to wake up. You know that I am here. Breath in, to stand up. You know that I will walk with you. Breathing out so deeply The air that I need, the one who gives me hope. Three months and ninety days, I am still waiting for you. Waiting for the miracle that you will come back.

An hour before the college application deadline, I jolt awake in my hotel room in Chanont. My girlfriend, Evelyn Keate, and my adopted brother, Marvin Needham, are nowhere to be seen. I immediately call them, reminding them to get their applications in before the deadline. To my surprise, they burst out laughing. "We're already back home, and we got our applications in last night. You still haven't submitted yours?" I can hear my parents criticizing me in the background. My mom said, "He's always like this. He's so careless that he doesn't even take his own future seriously." "Marvin has always been so much easier," my dad remarked. Laughter and chatter fill the other end of the line

Nine years ago, my family used me to pay off their debts. That was how I ended up married to the most dangerous man in the Rivoli underworld, Vincenzo Casanova. Everyone said I was lucky. My family was ruined, and I was its last heir. Marrying Vincenzo was supposed to be my one chance at a new life. I believed them. I thought if I played my part and never caused trouble, our marriage might actually last. I was wrong. At our ninth anniversary party, Vincenzo walked into the ballroom hand in hand with his secretary, Chiara Moretti. Chiara was all smiles, one hand resting on her belly. She announced that she was pregnant with Vincenzo's child. With Rivoli's most powerful families watching, Vinc

Jillie's POV “So?” I asked them not wasting any time. “Nothing,” Jarren said. I looked him over, and his shirt was torn like the others. “Why do you look so beat up if it was nothing?” “We ran into some Trolls,” Garret informed me. “Trolls.” “Yea, you know, small-” “I know what Trolls are,” I said, cutting Rian off. “They’re usually just meddlesome.”

"I don't know if you can save this song, but it's worth a try." "Let's see if you can do better," Terence challenged, handing the microphone to Ava. "Prepare for a masterclass in bad singing," Ava joked, taking the microphone with confidence. "Let's sing that song we always sang in college," I suggested, remembering our past adventures. "The one by Queen?" Ava asked, excited. "Yes, 'Bohemian Rhapsody'! Let's see if we can make it to the end without laughing," I said, already feeling the laughter coming.