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I execute clean hits and leave the scene until the next task is called. This was independent work. I technically had no affiliation with them and had not left it. I pretend not to understand when Sander curses at me in Russian. "What have you been doing? Raven enquires. With his nearly flawless American accent, Pharaoh says, "We searched a long time for you. He and Thorn have been silent since they don't want to offend Nathan. Sander is the cretin who doesn't give a damn about anyone. I say calmly, "I went on a discovery journey.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

It’s real. Slowly, Dominique Gray turns his head toward my direction, like he can sense my presence already with the way I kept glaring at him from where I’m standing, and for a long second, our eyes lock, both of us staring at each other. And for the first time, since I knew this man existed, I could simply read the look on his face and the fiery look in his eyes. He’s started a game, a very dangerous game, and he has no intention of losing.

I know I've come across these books before, they're locked in a glass cabinet, right at the corner of the room, alongside some Stephen King merch and autographs, what is he, a child? "Are you a child? You locked those books away because of some silly signatures?" I scoff. He finally looks up from his book, "Those cost me a fortune, this book alone, it's the very first copy made, I had to buy it from an auction," he softly boasts. Okay Stephen King connoisseur, it's no surprise he loves his books, horror is suited for him, he's scary enough. "Whatever, no one wants your boring Stephen King anyway," I turn back to my book, hoping that hurt him.

Seeing that a small group of warriors had assembled she assumed it was time for their routine morning training and just as she was about to leave she caught a glimpse of two men at the center of the crowd who were engaging in physical combat and one of them was none other than Daniel. The sight of the young alpha fighting took Penelope by surprise; she could feel the dominance oozing out of Daniel as he fought his opponent. It was like a play to him like his muscles had a mind of their own effortlessly gliding through the air which made it more interesting and captivating to watch. Penelope watched as Daniel fought, taking note of all the praises from other warriors and omegas who were swoon

Selena's voice rang out, her command halting my every movement. James ignored me completely, instead taunting, "Selena, don't play these little games with me. You think if your brother confesses and goes to jail, you'll finally be free? You really think that's how it works?" He chuckled. "You're nothing but a toy I've used before. You've forgotten how you begged for me, haven't you? Come on, call out to me one more time. Let's see if you still can." The weight of his words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me frozen and speechless.

I sat off to the side, listening to my father's threats, trying to pressure Zach into marrying me. As the person directly involved, I wasn't allowed to speak. Zach remained resolute. "I will not marry Leah." Despite knowing this was all part of the game, hearing those words still struck a chord, a sudden, unexpected pang in my chest. The man before me, cold and proud, stood with a dignity that remained unshaken, even in front of my father. If things had been different, maybe we truly wouldn't marry. At my father's signal, eight bodyguards, all trained fighters, swiftly surrounded Zach.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

“You don’t get it. There is no way out, not until the conference is finished and he’s done with whatever sick games he’s playing. I shut think to myself sometimes…how did I let nyself fall for such deranged maniac. I clenched my fists. Think. Think. There had to be a way out. Maybe a hidden exit somewhere… I moved quickly now, scanning the room again, forcing myself to focus. Thats when I heard it… A soft sound. Tick. Tick. Tick. All three of us froze. “What… is that?” Jovial whispered. No… It couldn’t be a bomb, could it?