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she flashed a seductive smile at David and took a gentle sip from the wine glass on the table. She returned the glass to the table gracefully and flashed me a mischievous smile. "It was Lotte Corps, Yes. But it also wasn't the one that handled FireBound and Death Games, the top movies on N*****x." I retorted and glanced back at David. His eyes were glancing back and forth at the both of us. We were already messing with his head, probably. But who would it be? I couldn't afford to lose to this woman.

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

"Dragging anyone into the team like this will only get you killed." "Iris! How can you be so heartless?" She stared at me in disbelief. "He's so young! If we leave him, the zombies will tear him apart!" Eliza cried as she clutched the child tighter, sobbing dramatically, looking every bit like a living saint, saving the helpless at the cost of herself. Just as Eliza lowered her head to comfort the boy, eager to show off her so-called maternal love, she cried out in pain. The child suddenly snapped his mouth open and sank his teeth savagely into Eliza's chest. Blood instantly soaked through her clothes. Even through the protective suit, one could almost see flesh being torn apart.

"Oh, you're up, Mom. We've got someone who needs a blood transfusion, and lucky for her, your blood type matches. Why don't you help her out? She's so young and helpless. "And by the way, stop coddling Zoe so much. She's lacking the compassion and softness someone her age should have. She's like a ticking time bomb. And don't worry, this procedure's no big deal. You're not the type to just stand by and let someone die, right?" What a "perfect" son Dad was. Grandma was so mad, her breathing got shallow and her heart rate spiked on the monitor. I quickly tried to help her calm down.

Then I rose to sit and freed the blade, watching the thick stream of blood flow from his chest. "See?" I smirked, rising to my feet. "I told you I will kill you." His eyes met mine. I enjoyed watching the life slowly leaving his body, but unlike him, I wasn't a monster—not entirely at least. Shifting the grip on the blade, I swung it across his throat, sinking it hard and deep. The dagger moved through his spine like butter, easily separating his head from the rest of him. His surprised look remained, even when the dead void devoured the fire in his eyes.

My knees feel weak, as I stare at the body in front of me. Spencer Duncan is dead. And I’m the one who killed him. I consider calling an ambulance, but what good would that be? He’s already dead! Before I know it, tears are streaming down my eyes. Just then, a twig snaps. I jump, looking around me, my breath caught midway through a sob. There’s no one. And then, right at the edge of my hearing, I hear it. A growl. Goose bumps break out across the back of my neck. A wild animal, maybe? I stand there, frozen, sudden terror replacing the wave of guilt.

" I move away standing on my feets as I feel Laura's body as cold as ice now, I drag her up on all her weight as I throw her on my back giving her a piggy back ride, Her dead body which surprisingly had not turned stiff and hard yet seems to be alive however her heartbeat is missing and her pulse intact once again, everything makes me want to go crazy as the fact that I had killed my mate, I pull up her whole weight as I take slow and cautious steps towards the door away from the pool of blood,

For days, I worked to reshape the valley, filling it with flowers William loved—pale moon blossoms, soft lilac datura swaying gently in the wind. This time, I wanted to do something for the one who had actually cared for me. I was on my way to the stream to fetch water when I overheard whispers. People were saying Clara had been picking flowers in the valley. My chest tightened. I rushed back. What I found made my heart sink. The valley was in ruins—stems broken, petals scattered. Andrew stood there, tucking a moon blossom into Clara’s hair. Rage shook me. “This is my valley! How dare you come here and destroy it?”

The fire had almost died, Moonlight filtered through the branches, against the endless black of the Whispering Forest. Lila slowly opened her eyes; everyone on her team was asleep or pretending to be. She remained still for several seconds, listening to their heartbeats to be sure, and to the whispering trees that were heard. She quietly sat up, with the silver wolf key hung around her neck, tonight instead of hiding beneath her bed. Her fingers wrapped around it. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

She actually had over 100 thousand followers under the handle "Katie's Spiritual Journey" A pinned video at the top of her profile had over 200 thousand likes. The footage showed the exact state of our dorm room the previous afternoon. However, the camera had been cleverly hidden behind a cup to capture a candid angle. The video showed the suffocating, fanless dorm room. Miley was seen angrily slamming a book down in frustration, Rachel's rash-covered neck was clearly visible, and I was captured clutching my chest in pain while taking my heart medication. Katie's voiceover on the clip was incredibly soft and saintly. "College students today have been completely brainwashed by capitalist air