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she stated and although John looked like he might argue he simply nodded and took Pepper gently by the arm before leading her down the hall and closing the door. Mj squatted in front of Casper and let her hands hang lazily between her knees as she cocked her head from side to side staring at her prey, “Hey Doc,” she yelled, causing the bedroom door to fly open and John to appear with his shirt unbuttoned. Mj looked the physician up and down and pursed her lips, “I need a knife with a short, but sharp blade,” she said playfully and John flew down the hall before diving into a small black bag.

A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends with a towel draped over her shoulders and briefly staring at the camera. "And finally, No. 1! The man is said to be the future grim reaper for the underground world after the legendary hero Fusen. The only trainee who has ever cleared a King-level mission since Airburst was founded, alias: Angus!" A lad with a supermodel physique and a short ponytail sits and drinks mineral water, ignoring the camera. His constantly emitted hostility creates a barrier that neither the cameramen nor Marika dare to approach. Ravyn asked her friend after she clearly noticed Kanji's panic wh

"This is my house, and she’s my girl. Get lost before I call the cops." ​Jin stepped into Mark’s space, his sheer size making Mark look like a child. The air around them seemed to drop ten degrees. "I am the father of that child," Jin rasped, his obsidian eyes locking onto Mark’s with a terrifying intensity. "I am Jin Kim. And I can put you in a cage within a snap of my fingers. Do you really want to test how fast I can make you disappear?"

“C’mon, let’s get outta this dump.” I giggled lightly, and he pulled me to his side as we walked towards the door. “You knooow…” he whispered seductively, “we could totally make our own film…” “No.” He put one hand up in the air like he was framing a shot. “‘Lights – camera – action!’ “NO.” He laughed again. Johnny suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Connor nodded at him, Johnny made a face like Thank GOD, then turned around and preceded us as we walked towards the door.

"Did you know that Cage has been able to read minds since he was 16. Now that's a super cool power" Cole finally boasted. Everybody gasp suddenly feeling bare in his presence. "Dude so you have been reading all my thoughts all this while, no wonder you were always good with those games" Jung accused feeling hurt. Cage raised his hands in surrender. "I don't read them all the time okay, Cole taught me how to control it so I can read and communicate at will" "That's Freaky", Martin commented. A permanent frown on his face as he spoke his thoughts. 'So you knew all this while that I hated you'

Chapter 3 President Cage was sitting at his desk with his Tablet in front of him and he was focused on what he was watching that he didn't even blink an eye. His long lases created a shadow over his narrowed eyes. Groans and cheers could be heard from the background. It was the scene of Mr Donald being thrown by the Thor looking man. After seeing that he was crawling and couldn't walk on his own anymore, he took the phone beside him and dialed a number.

Gideon let out a laugh that sounded like dry leaves. "Nah. Silas is a nightmare. He’s bad for business. You can’t run a decent protection racket if there’s no one left to protect because they’ve all been turned into battery-powered cyborgs. No, we’re keeping the gear. We’re going to use it to keep our heads down while you and those flying metal-mantis things play your little game of tag." He stood up and snapped his fingers. Two of his men dragged Cane toward the cargo hold, while a woman with neon-blue hair pinned my arms behind my back with zip-ties that had been treated with some kind of conductive polymer.

The glass doors rattled the moment the first zombie slammed against them. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this anxious. At this point, every encounter with a zombie seemed worse than the one before. "Hurry up!" Miguel shouted. His voice snapped me out of it. Cage and the young man rushed toward the entrance with another shelf and shoved it into place. We stacked boxes around it. The young man nearly dropped a crate in his panic, but Cage caught it before it hit the floor. That was when I noticed Cage had taken off his jacket.

What sort of joke was this? Fear paralysed me. I couldn't breathe, but death was shy of me now. "Who is this Khal? How much do I need to sway his sentiments? I would give anything, Cage." Cage stepped back. He pulled off his shirt and stepped into the sunlight, pouring into the room through the living room window. His skin glittered like diamonds. He was in pain because the sun burned him.

A video file appeared on the center screen, timestamped the night of the fire: December 14, 2016 - Project Initialization. I clicked it. The footage was grainy, but the horror was high-definition. It showed my father’s private study. He was on his knees, blood pouring from a jagged gash on his forehead, his hands zip-tied behind his back. Standing over him was a man whose face was obscured by a digital haze—a shimmering, shifting void—but his posture was unmistakable. Arrogant. Intellectual. Utterly devoid of human empathy.