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Her eyes turned a dark shade of greenish blue as her anger exploded. Asana is furious to say the least. She pushed for control. It felt natural. Kyra stepped back and gave full control to Asana for the first time. Kyra felt her bones breaking, and re-aligning. She is not fully shifted before Asana lunged into the middle of the Colosseum. She completely shifted mid air before landing between a very severely injured Mavis and his opponent. On the other hand, Kaiser was in mid shift. His claws extended and fur appeared on his body, but he froze. Kyra's wolf is a beautiful Charleston teal. A very unique colour.

His mind was piled up with dirty things one that I could break every inch of his wolf bones if her dared to touch my belongings, again. Xavier is hell-bent on claiming everything I've owned, just like he did with Veronica. The thought alone made my heart wince urging me to shut my eyes momentarily. "Sage!" Clause called out irritingly snapping me back to reality. I hissed blinking away from my thoughts only then did I notice all of my brothers seated around my study room. "It hasn't even been a month but Lyra already has him on the hook" Damien teased causing laughter to erupt. I sent him a glare while Kato growled by the fact that he was right even though he so badly wanted it to be false.

Arsenio guessed that the man who greeted him was someone who had a big influence in the dark world. "I guess, you are Arsenio?" continued the man while pointing his index finger, while the other hand was in his pants pocket. Arsenio squinted his eyes. Noticing the man from head to toe. Thing! The notification screen appeared right in front of him. [DATA] [Name: Walmond Guan.] [Pseudonym: X One] [Age: 57 years old.] [Race: Human.] [Level: Mafia Boss.] [Action Points: 5000]

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" Internal strife? Consequences of one's actions? Thando and Codie's brows furrowed sharply as they exchanged a quick glance. Especially Codie, being the sole female helm of the Bamboo Sword Sect, her thoughts were even more intricate than those of the men. It seemed as if she instantly grasped something, her gaze suddenly sharpening. "Yasuo, Yasuo... That name is false! "He... He is Alexander Kane!" Under the alias of Yasuo Carmell, Alexander had triumphed over the four Gambling Kings, sparking internal discord among the three major factions of the Bamboo Sword Sect, reducing Youcef's forces to scattered remnants…

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The room is only dimly lit by a night light hanging in the far corner. I sat up from the bed and untied the wound in my abdomen. I cringe at the wound. I can’t believe the human's got hold of Zylian poison. But I guess I am lucky to be found and treated by my mate or else I am sure I will be in serious trouble. The wound is not wholly healed but I’m sure I will be healed completely in a week or less than that if I can get medical treatment from my planet healers. I cringed as I tried to stand up. It still hurts but I can tolerate the pain.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

“Please. I watched a korean film once and spent two hours trying to figure out if the goat symbolized love or death. Never again.” He snorted into his coffee. “And besides,” she went on, warming up, “Katniss Everdeen is an iconic icon. Bow, arrow, Total badass. I wanted to be her. I still want to be like her.” “You still kind of give off Katniss vibes,” Noah said, studying her over his cup. She blinked, surprised. “Really?” “Yeah. All prickly and emotionally repressed.” His smile widened. “It’s endearing.” “Wow,” she deadpanned. “I am so honored.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.