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Now, he radiated that same energy in multiple folds. “You seem… hauntingly familiar.” The drawl that smoothly rolled off his tongue was so deep it reverberated around the room, causing Lola to shiver slightly. What is this? She scolded herself. Hot or not, it’s still Gabi’s gross brother. Get over yourself, girl.

Mia's eyes widened as she turned to Afton, her eyes filled with disbelief. Afton's face went pale as he stammered, trying to make up an explanation. "Mia, that recording is fake! I just wanted to see whether Ryan had treated the wrong patient. He's just a charlatan, after all, and I was worried he would make a mistake and hurt the old woman… How could I ever hurt anyone? You know me! I'm someone who feels bad when I see an injured cat." Mia's heart softened again, and she looked at Vivian. "Did you hear that? Afton meant well..."

He let out a howl, a sound so guttural and wrenching it made everyone's scalp crawl. He shot up, his eyes bloodshot, looking like a man who had finally stepped off a cliff. His gaze locked onto a stainless steel folding chair at a nearby workstation. In one frenzied motion, he snatched it up and charged at Bruce and Carmen like a man possessed. "You filthy cheating scums! I'll kill you! I'll kill you both!" The first blow landed square on Bruce's back with a sickening thud. He squealed like a pig and went down hard.

“The one that caused the explosion and almost killed my mate,” Lee said with a smile, the smile was dominating. “I am back and better than before,” he said, then they all saw him rip the chains off the wall. “Babe, what are you doing the chains are silver, they will damage you,” Jena said rushing towards him but stopping when she saw his eyes. The ball of the eyes was red, the iris was royal blue and the center was black. The black looked like it can suck anyone into the depths of hell.

Ed said. “I am happy you’re here,” said the boy, his hand finding Ed’s. He seemed less precocious now. The little fingers held Ed’s in the most comfortable and trusting way as if he’d known him all his life. He felt responsible. If something were unsettling about the big farmhouse, Ed would not admit it to the world. The stairs creaked beneath the threadbare carpet. “The Critters,” the boy said. “Are the best monsters in the world.” “Are they from T.V?”

He pour something on the open wound that created a foam like substance. I swear it was more painful to watch than experience because Herman's face continued to hold no expression excerpt seriousness. He proceeded to clean it like Rambo and I cringed. Rambo II was the worst movie I watched after watching that scene with the rats and him popping a bullet out of his body. Bowel rose up my dry throat and I gagged, but only puffs of hot air came out. Herman's eyes flickered to me and I looked away still experiencing the horrid feeling of puking without substance.

In that instant, he realized the reality of his circumstance- this wasn’t a dream. Where is he? TO BE CONTINUED…

“Anyway, he doesn't work out. He looks muscular, but not in a way someone who works out even semi regularly does.” “And the conclusion to that is, he must be a werewolf?” I tried to keep the sarcasm and condescension out of my voice, but I must not have done a good job because Mateo frowned deeply. “Look, I'm not doing any of this on a whim. It's all carefully curated info over time. That video proves something is wrong.” He pointed to the still open laptop. “Yeah. He forgot to take his crazy person meds.” I rolled my eyes.

Jason held Vivian's hand and said smugly, "Now, do you believe me? Vivian, Andy is dead. He doesn't need your liver anymore, but Luke needs you. Go quickly. Give him your kidney." Vivian's eyes reddened as she shoved Jason away and snapped, "It was you!"

“Is it here? Can I see it?” “No, the canvas is outside. Maybe later, after dessert.” A boyish smile lit up his face, and he nodded. He went back to consuming mouthfuls of the food. “Would you like some more?” she asked. He dipped his head while swallowing. “Please.” Isobel rose up from the table. Striding to the kitchen, she dished up another plate. Placing down his copious plate, she pivoted to the speakers by the kitchen counter. “Oh! I love this song.” Isobel scrambled to her phone and increased the volume. Staccato beats of drum and bass filled the room. A man’s soulful voice rang through, singing about a woman’s hips winding for him.