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I became suspicious and curious, silently praying that it was Master Yung. "Look for the person and kill him," Beelzebub said ruthlessly, without taking his eyes off me. His brown eyes pierced through my blue ones, and he gave me a deadly smirk that sent shivers down my spine. I was nervous, and the courage I had was all gone.

he smiled as he watched my face closely. I opened the box and it was the latest model of a mobile phone, I am sure it costs more than what I could earn in a year or two for that matter. It was expensive as shit, “I… Zane I can’t take this,” I said as I touched the display of the expensive phone.

The silence presses in around me. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand, rolling my shoulders once before moving toward the washroom. The water is warm. Hot even. Skyless Keep either had freezing water or no water. I stand under it longer than I mean to, letting it run over my skin, over scars I don't look at too closely. Clean doesn't feel like mine yet. Neither does this place. When I step out, I dry off quickly, pulling on the cadet uniform piece by piece. It fits. Too well. Like I belong here. Like I was always meant to end up here.

She really shouldn’t let him get to her, but in that way, he reminded her of Cadon, always clawing right beneath the surface of her skin. Wearing the scandium skin, as Emma had taken to calling it, under his uniform, Zane looked a little more stealthy than usual. He had a face shield that he would put on, too, once they arrived. Emma had done plenty of testing to make sure that the materials were what they needed to be to fight the new bullets.

Nef and Ron were already on the way towards their table. Zion rubbed his brows as he felt a sudden pain but there was no choice to follow the hungry friends. With their tummies, their eyes were also hungry and thirsty and that thirst can only be quenched by looking at the hot girls. When the girls saw them, they were over the cloud nine. Zion is no less than Roman or Greek God. Slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, dark hair, tall height, perfectly balanced and muscled body, high IQ, a heir of the top IT company of the country, in short he is perfect in every way and a dream guy of every girl.

She was gripping a silver blade so tightly her knuckles were white, the metal gleaming dangerously in the light. Without a moment of hesitation, Sylvara launched herself off the roof, cutting through the night air like a hawk. She landed with a heavy thud directly in front of Zayla, but Zayla didn’t even flinch. As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void.

Danial’s eyes widened. Zyler’s face was like something out of a nightmare. A deep, jagged scar ran from his left temple across his forehead to the right. His skin was pale, almost sickly, but it only highlighted his glowing crimson pupils, which pulsed with eerie energy. His sclera remained white, only making the red pupils more unnerving.

William yelled hysterically, curses slipping from his lips. He continued, "I'm warning you, Suzanna, if you dare screw up this deal, I'll make sure you never work in this industry again!" I couldn't be bothered to argue with him. "If you have issues with the way I handled it, you're welcome to contact Mr. Skylar yourself. That's all. I'm driving now." I hung up without waiting for a response. But I didn't even get a full minute of peace before my husband, Jack Hudson, called. "Is the celebration dinner over, Suzie? I've already made dinner. We're having your favorite grilled fish today."

" She sneered There was an audible crack as Bree collapsed onto the floor, her face contorted with anguish as her body reconstructed, get eyes were the first to change, the blue to a black that seemed to hold infinite darkness, her fingers grew out becoming sharpened claws, with these claws she clawed off the facade that was her face, leaving behind a face of a scaled beast with teeth as sharp as an adamantine sword, a long tongue elongated from the depths of it's maw and it lashed out at Cyrus.

I needed it for me. Zayne reluctantly got out of his car, having not noticed me yet because he was busy grumbling about being forced here. Not to my surprise at all, he was wearing red leather skinny pants, a matching jacket with a white front zipper and white zipper pockets and chains; wheat white gold. Then to make it hilarious, he wore white leather Chelsea boots with Superman and Flash's symbol on each side of the boots. Now, that part was funny.