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Some men, whom Ejima did not know, mocked. The woman showed no regret. She only gathered her stuff and took the exit. "I will hit the mark," a lanky man said as he walked up the line. Even as he walked into the open space, Ejima could not help the sense of pity that engrossed her. The bone in the man’s rib was sticking out their ugly heads as if the man was twenty years starving. His head was small, but his eyes were almost the size of the head of a day-old baby. And his feet...they looked as if they were barely touching the ground.

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“I see you wanted to remind me about the meeting; i didn’t need your help, by the way.” He left like he hadn't just touched me, his hands behind swinging beside him as he walked like a monster, full of pride. What did he mean by he didn’t need my help? It’s my position as his personal maid to take care of things like that. Did he really downgrade me, saying that I was useless? Tch! “As we all know, my personal assistant, Samantha, was attacked by someone who learned the art of Tai. We struggled as we took an investigation on the case, and now the Gamma, Kyle, has caught him.” Ryu let out.

I slightly pulled one of my bag's straps, feeling out of place. "Jamie," I heard someone call and looked up to face Higan. He wore a white shirt that was tucked into navy blue pants. His hair was in its usual dark mess and he had on a charming smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was a little busy when I saw your text." "It's about time," I said with a small smile. "I almost felt like I would be kicked out if I stood here for too long." "You should have taken a seat."

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What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

Miss Park would definitely get what she deserves. Shima Haruto is my best friend. He's tall and handsome, with light brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. He's a basketball player and a hardcore Kpop fan. His dream is to join a kpop band as a rapper. We've been friends since we were toddlers. I trust him with life and vice versa. He's the only one who understands the pain I'm going through. Every second of every single day.

He must start his journey with these toys only. Anjana put Hanuman on the bed, protected by the pillow on both sides, came to Bruhashpati, and bowed down, ‘I also complaining the same father. Why such waste materials are to be hanged in the room?’ Kesari gave a sweet smile and suggested, ‘Once a person wants to be a specialist in the selected area, he must know every detail about the same. So, suppose my dream for Hanuman is related to space. In that case, he must experience various devices specifically utilized in the space.’, he looked straight into Anjana’s eyes, ‘My beloved, this one is the base preparation for him. Just that only.’

"I don't play well with babysitters, Sato. And if this leak's as clean as it looks, compliance might be the least of your problems." His half-smirk returned, a predator's amusement. "Fight me on it. It'll only make the dance sweeter." He stepped back, gesturing to the elevator bank. Dismissed, yet marked. The descent hummed in tense silence until the doors parted in the lobby. Harlan loomed there—6'3" wall of scarred muscle, ginger hair military-cropped, ice-blue eyes drilling through me. His suit strained over broad shoulders, blood-red tie like a warning slash. Gold pinky ring flashed as he jabbed the close button, trapping us in silver descent.