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signs, the fan club had taken over entire sections. Several large, colorful banners stood out prominently: “HARLOW x JONES: ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC” “KANE + DANICA = CHAOS & CUDDLES” (with a cartoon teddy bear waving a hockey stick) “Protect Her, Captain Soft!” “From Hits to Hearts – Go Harlow-Jones!”

Art said, then turned and walked toward the chaos. Art's eyes began to glow, and heat began to build in his hands. When he felt that heat reach its boiling point, he moved forward, the wind shifted around him, and then, one by one, he began to appear throughout the mass of chaos as he projected many copies of himself into the dense group of enemies. Lance struggled to keep the wolf snarling on top of him from biting his face. The wolf snarled and snapped its jaws inches from his face. Art moves forward, places his burning red hands on each side of the wolf's head, and it howls in agony. Within seconds, its fur goes up in flames from the intense heat, and it howls and writhes on the ground wh

I had already learned not to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I turned away, walked down the steps, and pretended I couldn’t feel the mud squish between my toes. He followed me with his eyes the whole time. I felt it—like heat against the back of my neck. That stare of his. Heavy. Focused. I didn’t know it then, but that stare would haunt me for years. It wasn’t the last time he called me names. He had a collection of insults just for me. “Vulture Vee,” “Creepy Vee,” “Vee the Invisible.” He was creative like that. Every week, a new version of me he hated.

I could tell they were barely able to hold on, either from yelling at her pretentious wishes or running for the hill with no payment. The first floor of our home was totally transformed. Many dark-colored balloons in red, blue, and green were placed on the walls and near the doors. On them were painted dozens of characters from famous games like, League of Legends and World of Warcraft to Super Mario. Two-meter high cartoon figures of elves, dwarfs, archers, assassins, superheroes, and scary creatures were peaking from every corner with serious expressions on their faces.

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“You damned bastard, what do you think of yourself? Look at yourself. Who would want to marry you? You are just a…robot, who only talk and do what is in your program, you have nothing like a man who all girl wants, Even if you were the only man in the world, I would still not choose you, you bloody dog face!!!" Angry and red-faced she was still not done. "And now I'm done with you. I was simply joking to your dad cause you always do what you want, you never care what others want, you selfish bastard; you are always arrogant and rude; you need a lesson. But you always make me feel low and belittle and judge about my character. I QUIT”

Eva leaves the VIP lounge. I walked towards the back seat, slipping my hoodie back on and stashing my glasses back into my pocket. As I closed my eyes and tried to doze off, I was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. "So you're my fan," Hayden said, a lopsided grin on his face. I opened my eyes and was surprised to see Hayden sitting right next to me. "Don't you have other fans to meet and autographs to sign?" I quipped.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

For a time! The temperature in the sky seemed to have risen several times at this moment! "Let's attack together!" "We must kill Zephyr Khan in one fell swoop!" A trace of icy coldness flashed past the depths of Song Shuihan's eyes as the fan in his hand transformed into numerous wind blades that erupted with an extremely shocking force of slaughter, and it shook the surrounding space to the point of whistling. His feather fan was called the Astral Wind Fan. It had already reached the level of a Secondary Divine Artifact and could release extremely sharp wind blades. Its power could be said to be world shocking.