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I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies. "A hundred thousand dollars in exchange for the truth." I generously propose to the middle-aged man in front of me. "Excuse me?" asks the man before he glues his feet on the ground. He was simply passing through the corner of the same road with me but ended up getting a surprise proposal. Similar to this young woman with him, they convey these weird looks that are telling me that I might be some kind of psychopath or lunatic who wanders the street and randomly attacks an

"Sofia promised me a fortune if I made sure she married Don Ferraro." "You..." My eyes widened. "You're not even a real doctor. You're just a THUG!" "So what?" He gave a cold laugh. "As long as the money's good, I'll do anything." I stared at his gloomy face, a chill crawling up my spine. "You're not afraid I'll tell Adriano?" I glared, but he only smirked. He burst out laughing. "Don't kid yourself. Don Ferraro will never believe you!" The memory of his cold back the day I fell off the cliff sliced through me. He was right. Adriano only believed Sofia.

sharp and final: "Prep for extraction... we’re ending this—for good."

my heart was thumping so fast now. "Check your inbox." The line went dead. For a moment, I sat frozen, staring at the blank screen. Then, with trembling fingers, I navigated to my messages. There it was an audio file from an unknown number, timestamped just seconds ago. I pressed play. “… None of it was supposed to turn out like this!" Sebastian's voice filled my ears, tinny but unmistakable. “She wasn’t supposed to get pregnant." My heart dropped to my stomach. “It was one night. One stupid, drunken night of me getting set up. It was a trap I had stupidly fallen into.”Sebastian continued, and each word felt like a physical blow.

The darkness recoiled, unable to withstand the combined force of unity, loyalty, and power. The Shadow’s master faltered. “No… this cannot be… mortals… united… defying…” Ethan pressed forward, silver and golden energy blasting outward, striking the Shadow’s master directly. Cracks appeared across its dark armor, revealing flickers of crimson and black energy within. --- Victory, for Now With a final surge, Ethan unleashed all of his power in a concentrated strike. Silver light and golden fire collided with the Shadow’s master in a blinding explosion. The shockwave sent debris flying, shattered enemy ranks, and left the battlefield eerily quiet.

My things spilled across the floor. Raphael nudged through them with his foot, then bent down and picked up a velvet box. It held my mother's legacy, the Star of Florence. He tossed the velvet box up and down nonstop with his left hand, jabbing a finger straight at my nose with his right. “Scarlett Hale, do I need to remind you? I paid thirty million to win this diamond back for you.” The color drained from my face.

Him and I are worth it. END

"He's all used-up, and you're still acting like he's a treasure? You must be really desperate! What's the difference between that incubus and a dog in heat? Someone like you should just find an honest guy willing to take you in!" Tracy Rowe was standing outside the county office with Jamie Stephenson, arguing with me at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Lionel Andrus, the man with an incubus bloodline, was waiting quietly to the side, holding our paperwork.

I'd have made it work with Dian, I knew I could have. "Staring at that drink like you're trying to murder it won't accomplish anything, you know that right" a voice sounded from my right, startling me. I turned to face the person and recognized him immediately. He was Seth Rodriguez, the artist who rose to fame shortly after Sybil went missing. "Seth" I gasped, then choked on my next word because I didn't expect to find Seth in such a random setting. He grabbed the drink in front of him and offered it to me, a worried look on his face.

he finishes. This man is sick. When did this happen? He's delusional. He's a murderer. "I love you baby girl, but I can't have you stand in my way." His claws come out and he raises his hand high in the air. I close my eyes and just picture all the good things in my life and wait. There's no way I can beat him. He's too powerful. I wait and open my eyes when I hear a loud groan. I look and see Pierson on top of him.