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By obtaining that evidence the game would be over and his threats would not matter in the least. My heart leapt when I managed to see a person's shadow around midnight, it hadn't been long. I let the recording run and I saw someone arrive wearing a black hood, boots and gloves, his head was down and I could not see his face, nor his hair color. The person approached the main entrance and slipped the note under the door, he was turning his back to the camera and that made me too uneasy, I got very close to the screen and stared at that mysterious subject. He was acting very strange, he was standing there doing nothing as if he was thinking about something. Suddenly he raised his head and look

Owen screeched on top of his lungs in his mind, "You guys rot in hell for blaspheming Lucas, the Lucas, the most powerful Lycan that the coming generations would ever see!" Not caring to pass on the cue to stop, Owen simply walked toward the flight of stairs. With his stomping feet that were capable of breaking the wooden steps, he descended heavily. His mind had just one thing going on in his mind, "I don't f*cking want to be a part of such a celebration that has wicked Lycans like them!" Passing an infuriating glance that was overshadowed by his cold gaze, Owen glanced at them for the last time before taking the final step that would lead him off the stage.

was never in his mission dictionary. "Oh, you're not gonna talk?" In the past five years, Occisor has changed a lot. He's now an adult; six feet tall and long and black hair that falls to his shoulders or sometimes he His skin is fair, he has a full beard and his body's masculine and strong. He has some scars he gained during his battles. In the eyes of the female, he transformed into a handsome male.

Asher’s POV: I watched the girl in front of me with a frown painting my face. I didn’t understand, was having a child for me that terrible of an idea that she would choose death over it? I knew that I was far from an angel and thanks to my Lycan many people knew me as a demon, but I was sure that I had never met this girl before so I couldn’t understand the hatred that she had for me. I pulled open the door and stepped out of the dungeon room, running into someone the moment that I did.

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

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She heard the sound of the guys' laughter and that was the last thing she remembered before everything turned dark. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ “Fucking hell!” Colton banged his fist to the metal door and clenched his jaw. He knew these parties well and the basement was always the worst place to be in. The first floor area was where people would mingle and party and the upper level was where couples would go to have sex. But the basement… that was where the illegal stuff would go down.

Actually she never liked excessive interactions with other people. "You can see over there is the library. Over there, the Witch class. The moss green building is Sirens class. Well, next to it is the Vampire class. Then ...." Louisa explained all details of the existing buildings inside the Gothic Academy, while Lyla listened lazily. "Over there, the mixed class. It is held once a week." Louisa continued.

Her sobbing has become more painful now; Miss Clary and Alexandra are both wiping their own tears, and Liam can't believe what he is hearin "I tried to explain. I didn't use any suppressants! I am a late bloomer! Why can't you accept my fate? Why do you dislike omegas? Then they say, Because omegas are weak and pathetic are only good at spreading their legs, they don't want a whore in their house. I can't believe my mother's words; they are calling me with name

I’m grateful dance has given my thighs strong muscles and my body endurance. The bar is full of goths as usual, of varying degrees of flamboyance. Most of the kids are dressed casually with Gothic touches—black lipstick here, a spiked dog collar there, black clothing everywhere. Many of the girls are wearing corset tops, real ones with stays. All of it is expensive-looking and elegant. Black nail polish is nearly universal. I’ve never seen a town with such a high goth subculture population.