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Don Torento raised an eyebrow, Amanda looked away from him quickly, she wanted to slam her palm on her forehead for saying something stupid. Don Torento was looking at her like he wanted to tear her limbs to limbs, she gulped. "S—sorry, I say stupid things sometimes."

“Stop! Stop saying this, you don't get anything, there's more to it….” “Then for the sake of whatever matters, tell me. Tell me!” “It is because of ANTI, it means Antaleum Nagaxium Tilogydo Tiransodi.” “I thought no one knew what it meant.” “Who told you that? Haughter, right? Like I said, she doesn't know much, in fact, no one alive beside Aunt Joanna and me knows shit.”

The door went open and the doctor Walked in. "Miss pinky, how are you doing?"he asked checking the drip" "Am fine"she replied. "Mrs Diane,I need to tell you something" "go ahead doctor" "Pinky has a sickness called panic attack and is not good for her to be expose to some situation". Pinky's jaw dropped the moment she heard those words from the doctor.Hold on?... what?? did he just say something???. she looked at her mother who was staring at the doctor kneely.

She looked spellbound. All of a sudden, lightning and thunder grumbled through the night sky. The crowd didn't seem to be bothered by the impending rain. Jesse and K wouldn't give a damn about it, too. As for K, she was having the time of her life. A little rain on a hot and humid New York summer night in the middle of a fucking concert wouldn't hurt. Murmurs filled the air as the audience waited for the next act. Jesse turned to K, leaning towards her ear. "Can you tell me what K stands for?"

"The Graham nose. It's just like yours, like mine, Connor's, your father's, or Aitor's. All Grahams." "But Connor isn't a Graham. He's Silver," Dío countered. That mature response didn't please Robert much; Connor disappeared from there, leaving just the three of them. "Even without the surname, he's still your father's son, which makes him your brother and also a Graham. Don't you think?" Dío's automatic responses stopped, and he fell silent, returning to his mother. "Do you want to come in? Or will you continue teaching my son things?" Noelia's tone was now angry, questioning Robert with her look and making it clear that she was the one teaching her son those things.

“Come on, Todd.” One of the girls, a Korean slipped her hand into mine and looked up at my face expectantly. “ Todd Oppa,” she said, smiling. “Where are you going?” I tried to remove her hand carefully when another girl, an American this time, put her hand over my neck. “Todd, you are so good-looking,” She said. Now I must say what I always say to pursue them away. At least I need to now. Getting a job was more important and to increase my chances, I must not be late.

"I'm confused." Clearly, we both were. "I'm not a member, Nikki." She set down her silverware and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. From across the counter, Nikki peered up at me through dark lashes. "How? I didn't think anyone ever got out. At least, not alive." "They don't once they join." The coffee burned on its way down as I took a larger gulp than intended. "I never joined."

Zeno's voice rang out, drawing Leon's attention. Turning his head, Leon saw Zeno, the ace football player, walking towards Clara. "Hello," Clara greeted, her tone friendly but slightly surprised. Deciding to give them some space, Leon discreetly stepped back, positioning himself behind a nearby wall to eavesdrop on their conversation. "I heard you weren't feeling well yesterday. Are you feeling better today?" Zeno asked, genuine concern evident in his voice. Clara nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "Yes, I'm feeling much better now. Thanks for asking."

“Who are you to say that after what you have done?” He leaned on his left leg to support himself – standing albeit weakly, trying to size up to my height. “You…are no…daughter…”, he paused to swallow. I could see the blood-stained burn on his neck as his Adam’s apple moved. “Of his…majesty in Kósmima.”