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V. We stood there shocked as we watched the girl and her friends or brothers, I think, walked away. I have to say that I was a little hurt that she did not like us. I mean, I was quite attracted to her. She had this whole badass aura surrounding her, as well as a carefree one that just pulls me to her. I know that she is the one. I do not care if she is the next queen of England, I will have her. Alex (P.O.V.)

She lets Kenzo exist around her. She used to be so irritated by Kenzo. It got to the point where she had the tiniest desire in her heart to borrow Lord Voldemort's wand, say the incantation out loud - Avada Kedavra. Then... blam! Kenzo would disappear from Jess's life. And she was convinced that after that, a peaceful, calm life without constant anger would come into her life.

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

"She was... every man's dream woman and one man thought himself lucky to be her beloved but that relationship wasn't meant to be because she'd been destined for another by the gods." "Can I give it a title?" She looked up at him. "Sure." "How about Destined Hearts?" She beamed. "Or… His and Hers?" "Nice. I like it." "Go on." "Unfortunately... Her kingdom has been at war with another one for ages. They were so far gone that no one actually remembered the reason for the war in the first place." He said. "It came to a time when a hunter got carried away on his hunt, crossed the border into enemy territory and killed an animal on that land and he was beheaded."

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.

Melenia POV Sitting on my couch in front of my TV with a bowl of popcorn and soda, I watched the award ceremony. My eyes were glued to it, my fingers gripping my controller like a lifeline, waiting for my boyfriend to make an appearance. Luke Higgins, is the only man that I have known romantically since I was in college and my partner for the past couple of years. We met when he was going for his first acting audition, and in a rush, he bumped into me as we were getting on the train, and it was something out of the movie.

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

I asked, raising a brow. “Yeah, the same Zeke you dated,” she said sharply. “You were one of them. You dated the enemy, and now that things didn’t work out for you, you want me and other girls to come to your rescue. You know damn well that if this wasn’t affecting you right now, you would be on the sidelines like everyone else, watching the drama. So don’t play hero now, because I am sure not going to help you, and neither will the other girls.”

Her voice was smooth and dangerous; it did not rise, but it carried a coldness that made Jack’s jaw tighten. “Don’t try that with me,” Jack growled. “You shot my men. You stole my ledger. You used my name to make your move. That’s a war.” Scarlett’s expression did not change. She lifted a hand and two shots cracked like thunderclaps. The sound ripped through the air, and two figures next to Jack folded forward with dull thunks as they hit the ground. One boy made a small, terrible noise and did not move again. The other lay still, winded but breathing. Blood darkened his coat where it hit the concrete.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”