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My eye wandered to the main gate of the mansion as it opened and an expensive black jeep drove into the yard. Silvia's voice snapped in the earpiece again, yanking me back to reality. "Um, I just got intel from Isabella. That jeep… the person inside that jeep is supposed to be your stepmother's bomb supplier. You have to prevent the exchange from happening." "Roger that," I muttered, letting the cold fury take over. Years of training with Fernando, training that I had tried to bury, came rushing back with ruthless efficiency.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

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Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Cazador was telling a group of men and women. "Level twenty beast such as water-dwelling creatures are most likely extinct," Mr. Lieran pointed out. For the sake of the siren, I hoped it didn't exist. "You'd think," Cazador smirked. "But I saw it with my own two eyes. Half fish and half-human a complete abomination." "You saw the creature?" A woman with long flowing blonde hair asked. She was in a green dress and hooked on the man's every word. "Hi," A man in a blue suit said capturing my attention." He had short buzz-cut hair and soft brown eyes, "are you a new recruit?" He asked.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

" The Beast God's voice rang out with immense authority. We looked down at our feet. Below us stretched a dense primeval forest, the continent where the beastmen made their home. When we first fell onto this continent in our previous life, both my sister, Lydia Miller, and I had fear written deep in our eyes. The howling of wild beasts announced the law of the jungle that ruled this place. So, Lydia chose the beast woman identity without hesitation. "A beast-eared woman has its own kind of charm," she said. After making her choice, she looked at me smugly, imagining how adorable she'd look. The Beast God told us that on this beastman continent, females were extremely rare. A single female co

Chapter 15 Beast *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne “Oh, gosh! I really can’t believe what happened last night!” Carrie exaggeratedly exclaimed as she sat beside her on the huge rock near the riverbank.

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]