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Besides that, after undergoing some tests, I learned that there was a possibility for the nerves in my legs to recover, though I wouldn't regain the same mobility and dexterity as I had before. I stared at the grisly scars on my legs, my gaze frosty. Winston showed me his phone. "Mr. Yarrow, someone paid to have that trending topic taken down, so Rachel didn't see it." It didn't take a genius to guess that it had been Cameron's doing. He obviously didn't want Rachel to see the news of my death before the wedding. I certainly wasn't going to let him have his way. "Is their wedding today?" "Yes. According to the local time there, they should be welcoming the guests right about now."

Groaning, he turned to grab his quill again and aimed to finish the task sooner, as his curiosity grew with each tick of the clock. Smoke rushed out from the mouth of the guards, escaping like vine tendrils while she laughed wickedly. The white fox strutted behind her back as she inhaled the smoke, absorbing the magic that she got from sucking out the life force from the three men guarding her orb crystal—three men that was once alive and now dead. "Can you feel it Olivia?," she exclaimed, eyes wide as she stared into nothingness, completely lost with the extreme dark pleasure she got from the dead.

“I never.” Rowan leans in, voice calm, rescuing me with a knife sharp kindness. “You don’t have to say it. Your body already did.” I glare at her. Rowan’s mouth twitches. “Sorry.” She isn’t. After two songs and one drink, Liberty is on the dance floor. “Come on,” she says, grabbing my wrist. “I refuse to die having only seen you in fluorescent light.” “I’m not dying,” I protest. “Metaphorically,” she snaps, then drags me anyway.

"do you think fortune is like a boomerang that you can throw away at any time you feel like and she would still come back to you? I pity you, she's not the type of girl whose a boomerang, she's a frisbee, you threw her away, someone else caught her, treated her better, showed her real love, and treasured her.. You had your chance with her but instead, you chose to waste it. I don't know why you boys behave so childishly, you find yourself holding a treasure in your arms then decide to throw away that treasure, do you expect it not to be taken away? the truth about you Brandon is that you knew you had a treasure in your hands but you thought you wouldn't lose it.. don't disturb her anymore, d

She had boots on, ones she was quickly getting off her feet. She was nothing like me, where her hair was jet black, I was a red head, and while she had smooth tan skin without a blemish in sight, my checks were peppered in freckles. She had sultry brown eyes and I had green doe eyes. She had pouty lips and I had thin lips "I'm sorry" I murmured.

The bond was tugging harder now, stronger, impossible to resist. The square was a wild, chaotic celebration of joy, laughter, and love. Mates were finding each other under the crimson light, their howls of unity echoing across the pack lands. My wolf clawed at me, restless and demanding, urging me to find her. And then I saw her.

I, on the other hand, would walk toward the light and live life like I wanted. I rolled down the window, and winds came flowing in with the scent of flora. They also took away the last strand of Jackie's stench. That was the best ending ever.

They belonged here, right next to me, and I needed them more than I needed my next breath. Through bitter tears and ugly crying, I saw their frames as they moved, slowly undressing and bearing themselves before me. The fucked up souls who deserved nothing but hell, fire, and brimstone, shredded down every piece of their being until they stood there, with their souls glamouring on their surfaces. I saw them, and oh how tortured they were.

Aaric hissed, trying to push Arabella away, but sadly he couldn't, because his hands couldn't touch her, as if he was just trying to push away a wisp of thick smoke. "You know you can't touch me with your pitiful human body," Arabella smiled triumphantly as she watched life slowly fade from Aaric's eyes, or Dr. Drake's in this case. On the other hand, outside of the glass room, many guards could only stand frozen after being flabbergasted and shocked to see the murder scene clearly displayed in front of their eyes.

As for Harold, I had the movers clear out everything in his room—his expensive wardrobe, luxurious cosmetics items, and anything in between, gathering everything in a pile outside the villa. Then, I made sure Harold watched as I poured gasoline over his possessions and burnt it all to ash. Bound and unable to move, Harold couldn't save his prized possessions, and could only howl and bawl in anguish. My mother, seeing him crying himself hoarse, went up and hugged him, comforting him, "It's alright. I'll just buy everything again! Brand new ones!"