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"It's too boring to kill you directly. It's not interesting to leave you to torture slowly, record the picture of you being tortured to death, and publish it. It will certainly cause a sensation. At that time, people will still condemn Vicdor Blake for failing to protect you..." David Yi is completely abnormal. Snow Cecy can't say anything to him. She could only shiver and hold back the big man's fists and kicks. After more than ten minutes, the fists and feet that fell on the body were taken back. Snow Cecy vaguely heard footsteps coming out of the basement. She slowly raised her eyes. The next second, she fell asleep again. She felt that she must die. She died silently in the basement, and

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

*Aaron* I trudged through the snow, my boots crunching on the ground as a bitter reminder of the chaos that had just occurred. My heart pounded with a disturbing mix of anger and dread as I neared the lake's edge, now a deceptive sheet of glass shimmering under the relentless winter sun. It seemed cruelly beautiful, concealing the terror beneath its freezing surface. Braxton and Winter might have lost their lives there, and the image kept replaying in my mind—both of them submerged, gasping for air, while I desperately tried to reach them.

His jaw was tight, his expression one of disgust. Next to him was Barbara. The crazy woman who had tried to kill me earlier. Her stare burned hotter than fire, her teeth clenched so tight I thought they might break. I had to look away before she killed me with her eyes alone. At my other side, Beta Travis sat stiff as a rock. He tried to look calm, his expression blank, but his fists were clenched under the table, and his left leg shook uncontrollably. Like he was seconds away from exploding.

This explains why she would take her own life. "Lake Frostice is thousands of feet deep, and it even drains to the ocean. Werewolves who jump into the lake will never survive, and it's normal not to be able to find their body. "Plus, you are Luna Amber's mate. Shouldn't you know better than us whether she's still alive and breathing?" Matthew was stunned. In despair, he choked, "Yeah, I can't feel her anymore… Why… Why am I unable to feel her… "It was because of me. It was all my fault! I didn't know that she suffered from depression, and I wronged her… That was why she jumped into the lake in hopelessness. It was all my fault!

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

Sage stopped him with a trembling voice and he moved his feet towards the bed, walking past Simon who wore a grim expression. Sage's eyes fell on the lifeless form of his mother and sister, his mind reeling in denial. He searched for any sign of life, but there was none. He reached out a hand to touch Lady Phoenix's cheek and with a shaky hand, he touched Simone's hand. They were both cold to the touch and the reality hit him. They were both dead, murdered. He could see the part where Lady Phoenix had been staked and the neck where Simone had been slaughtered. He didn't want to believe it at first and had hoped they were still somehow, alive, but that doesn't seem to be true. He felt suffoca

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

The old wolf sunk under his weight and Jayden held him on the floor as he twitched in death. He soon finished, feeling stronger than he ever had. All three men were still conscious, their bodies morphing back into human bodies, that dim consciousness to flit around in the head before death still in them. They could hear him. They could see him. They knew they were dying. He had planned the words to say to them for long so that they died with it in their heads. “I am Alpha Jayden Wells, Alpha of Snowfall. And I have taken my revenge.” They had all heard him, and he knew they realised too late that he was the reason for the snow. He had gone and returned with power, and no one would stop him.