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he left the room. I walked further into the room and watched as Hazle ran around the room, packing the rest of her stuff. “I bet you’re eager to get home,” I said, sitting in one of the empty seats. “Very much so,” she said, glancing at me. “Especially considering Jazzy has conjured darkness. I fear not even my shield will be able to protect them from what she has planned.” “What does she have planned?” I asked, biting my bottom lip nervously. “I wish I knew, but it can’t be good if she needs to use Zagreus to accomplish it.” I was silent, unsure of what to say to that. I stared down at my hands and tugged at my fingers nervously. “Do you think it has to do with me?” I finally asked the que

I didn’t want to bother myself with it at the moment, so I shoved it aside. “Enzo wants me. Since you guys closed his access to quick portals, so now you have to think of a plan. You owe me that,” Hazel said, and Halle scoffed. “I am letting you slide because we are related; if not, I’d teach you how to talk to an old witch.” I groaned inwardly because the both of them didn’t seem to ever be on good terms. “Where are you?” Halle asked. “The outlands. Wastelands. Place of skulls with the ancient writing,” Hazel said to her.

“She invented and sold an app to Apple and now she manages one of the most up-and-coming software companies in the country.” “Wow,” Sheila says, eyes widening. “That’s amazing. What’s the app called? I might have it.” Mr. Jones winks. “If it’s one of those candy smashing games, she does.” The waiter brings our drinks and I sip at my Sprite. “It’s not an app like that. It’s more like an app for apps that helps with the way they process and store data, making them more efficient while taking up less space.” “You lost me.” Mr. Jones shakes his head and laughs.

There were two phases, the first few games happened two days before the full moon and the grand finale was marked on the night of the full moon. A series of tournaments marked the games, ranging from fang locking, strength baiting, speed tests, shifting tricks, to claw combat. For each game, the winner was inducted into the Moonblood royal achievers, a sacred group of werewolves that were a force to reckon with. I was usually very focused on the games every year, but this year was different because she was here. Hazel was here. And she’s all I could focus on. She stood on the far side of the field, next to her famil with sunlight causing her caramel skin to glow, the wind teasing her hair, a

We always do. He leads us around the palace, down a cobbled path I’ve never seen before, and into his private garden. My stomach knots before we even step inside. And then I see it. Rows and rows of Bloodlight Flowers. All blooming. All perfect. Dozens of them. Maybe hundreds. My fingers twitch. My legs threaten to give out. The flower was never rare. Never special. It was all a game. He sent us into that cursed forest. Watched us bleed. Watched some of us die. For what?

It was fucking crazy. I looked over to my desk, staring at the open laptop. Zaire's gorgeous face stared back at me. It was the photo from last season's championship game, the one where he was drenched in rain, his helmet in his hand, and his brown skin looking absolutely mesmerizing under the drizzling rain. And that fucking smile? My God, what I would do for him to smile at me like that. "You are daydreaming again. God, Zaire Gibson, what have you done to my little brother!" Maggie laughed, throwing her head back.

Hazel, on the other hand, sat back with enough smirk on her face, a victorious one at that For someone who claimed she didn’t want to play my games, she’d just won this round without breaking a sweat. In as much as I couldn't want to admit it, it was ridiculously intense. "It's my turn," I whispered

DAMIEN’S POV The moment I lifted my paddle, the air changed. Eyes darted around the hall, quick, greedy and calculating. From me, to the woman standing at my side, to the dagger gleaming under the auction lights. Because they all knew one thing — I don’t bid on things without value. So if Damien Salvatore had raised his paddle for a mere dagger, then it was no longer just a dagger. And greed always follows certainty. “One point five million.”

"You really don't understand what the situation is now? Hazel is not the spokesperson of the Denmark Group! I am!" "Susan, let me clarify two things." Hazel stood up calmly and looked at her condescendingly. "First, I am not the spokesperson of Denmark Group. Second, Joshua-Hazel Pictures is my company, and it has no relationship with Denmark Group!" Susan was shocked. How could it be possible that Joshua-Hazel Pictures actually had nothing to do with the Denmark Group? "Please leave, don't get in the way, okay?" Hazel said indifferently. Susan suddenly became angry due to shame, "Hazel! What kind of word game are you playing? You said that the Joshua-Hazel Pictures has nothing to do with th

she smiled as she came to hug me. “I wondered what you’d be like. Glad to see you are pretty and not a spoilt rich kid” Blake said as she sat up. Grace whispered in my ear not to mind Blake as she returns to her side of the room. “Well nice to meet you Blake and Grace. I’m Hazel but people call me Haze” “It’s nice to have you here Hazel. Hope you like it here” Grace said as she laid down on her bed. “Of course she will. She’s on my side of the room” Blake piped in.