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This bitch deserved everything coming to her. "Aplastic anemia, that's sounds permanent." Doria blurted out, immediately taking out her phone and typing furiously. My nerves pumped when I realized what she was doing. She was googling it. "Is there a cure for it?" She muttered, further adding salt to injury and reinforcing the belief in me that models were nothing but snorty brats who had only beauty as assets. "It says here that it can be treated." Doria then continued to blurt out all the treatment methods she saw. She however broke off when she read past the words 'stem call transplant'. Suddenly, the model did not seem like she had never been in a basic science class before. Doria was sm

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

Kent grumbled, his frown deepening as he stared down Raymond. Raymond listened to his words, his brows furrowing in deeper confusion. "I have no clue," he shook his head, his disbelief evident. "I mean, come on, hunters knowing Celeste? She's just a regular werewolf, right?" Jeremy snarled, "She's not a regular werewolf. She's my Luna, my fucking Luna!" Jeremy hissed, his frustration seeping through his words. Raymond's eyes widened, a mix of shock and disbelief painted on his face. "But... but aren't you guys twins?"

She reached out and gently touched his arm, hoping to comfort him. Kylian looked up at her, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a furrowed brow. He handed her the letter he had been holding, and Diana's eyes quickly scanned its contents. It was a letter from the Resin Moon Pack, a neighboring pack known for their hostility towards Diana's pack. The letter stated that they had Emma captive and were demanding a ransom for her release.

This Mysterious figure tapped the feet of the Daemon boar and whispered, “ Horc, These are the commands your master has given to you, once you are done, you shall be free ” A red rune circle appeared on the forehead of the Horc. Horc is the name given to all Daemon boar specie. It is said that these Horcs are the weakest of the Daemon kind but with a little boost, they can surpass even a C-class five-star mage or swordsman. For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

Miriam was driven down in the early hours of the morning to the famous Glass House in the city centre. The Glass House was known as the Criminal Investigation Department's complex for official meets and forums. The CID-owned complex was renowned for playing host to numerous executive conferences, national police chief's council on investigatory matters and PACT meetings with the public and surrounding environments. The Glass House was the quite the towering complex which couldn't be missed for anything amidst the busy city.

Valen asked as he glanced over his shoulder. I’d forgotten that Kormen was still here. Why hadn’t he tried to escape while Valen was distracted? Casting a glance around the room, I got my answer. A huge dragon snout, varying in shades of shimmering dark blue and black with smoke streaming from the nostrils, filled the hole that Valen had come through. At the door, Dallon tucked safely in his arms, stood Konah. Kormen had nowhere to go. “Stay put, little fox,” Valen whispered, his lips grazing mine before he turned to face Kormen.

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.