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Patrick’s POV I am sitting on my chair in front of the table in the precinct. At this moment, I am watching videos on the newsfeed of my YouTube account using my cellphone. A few minutes later, I was shocked when I saw a news article about the death of a woman. Because of the curiosity I felt, I watched it.

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

At this moment, I had no strength to fight them but to just do their bidding. I wanted Jamie to get well before I did anything. It would be better that way. As I scrolled through the deathboard, I realized that Gustavo wasn't even on the board but there was a name that was placed at the highest bid on the top slot. Why on earth would anyone want Christopher killed?

“You should die.” I looked up. It was Emilio. Tears filled my eyes as I spoke with a trembling voice. “Emilio, I regret it so much.” Everyone was forced to kneel on the ground. The priest stared fearfully at the bodyguards and the long line of luxury cars outside. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ashley’s threatening glare silenced him.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

” “Don't worry, I will avenge your death, your company will be restored, I will make them pay for every pain they have caused you, and I will make them regret living.” His voice drifted further away. Her eyes began to close slowly. She wished : “TO BE GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE.” She was seeing her parents in tears. She stretched her hands to touch them, but they turned to dust. Tears rolled down her eyes, darkness folded around her, and she let it take her. Death claimed her

“How are you feeling? I’m not dragging you down too much am I?” I smile and kiss her head. “Not at all.” I make sure the alarm is set for the next hour. “After yesterday and last night we both need some rest.” She nods and cuddles into me again. “Can we turn on the TV?” “Okay, want to watch a movie? We are up to the first Captain America movie.” I turn on the PS4 via the controller and start up Disney+. I’m so glad I talked Samantha into getting it, all the Marvel films are on there which makes it very convenient to binge watch them.

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

I chuckled when I remember Kiara telling me about it. My attention went to the scene where Deadpool has pinned his lady love to the wall and seems like he is going to have sex with her. I started looking for the remote. They have already started making out. Kiara's mouth fell open. "KIARA. Don't look at the screen" I yelled at her. But she didn't blink her eyes. "Kia, which movie is this? Change it now!" I scolded her. Finally, I caught the remote. I changed the channel ahead.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an