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In under a minute, every last one of Wynter's goons lay in pieces, except for her. Howard's crew was in sync, always on the same wavelength. They knew exactly what to do with just a glance from their leader. The hostages could not handle the sight of the carnage. They turned away, retching, their faces ashen with shock. "Cimorene, are you alive? If you are, get up now and lead everyone out of here!" Yoel's voice cut through the air, his gaze fixed on Cimorene, who lay not too far away. "Yes... I'm on it..." Cimorene's body shook as he scrambled to his feet, calling out to those around him, "Everyone, up now! Move!"

The head of the large king cobra and the two fellow initiates on both sides had been expertly erased. Only from my face down to the handle of my katana were visible. Doctored picture or not, my face was all he needed to effectively carry out his ‘assignment.’ Ibeabuchi never feared death, since he’d been near it on several occasions. The scars on his arms and abdomen lent credence to of this fact. “Fine boy no pimples…by this time tomorrow, you’re a dead man.” He chuckled as he loaded the clips into the two guns before going to get a glass of aromatic schnapps. The same day Timmy had ‘briefed’ him, he’d swung into action by visiting the area where the accident had taken place.

It’s my last link to Aiden. The paramedics tell me to hold on a little longer and I hear one of the nurses snap at Lilith telling her that now is not the time for this behavior. That’s the last thing I heard before my world went black.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

All I did was stood on the rain. It was so vivid that everything keeps playing over and over again. Why her? That's my bestfriend! "Sarah"...a voice called out. "Crane?"...my voice was faint but begore I could really recognize the man, my vision went black. I thought I wouldn't feel something like this. It wasn't on my plan. But damn, it freaking hurts. Cause.... They kissed. To be continued......

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.

"Send it back. Send it to Elise." Brody nodded. I took one last look at the stretch of ocean behind us. After the storm, the water was impossibly still, a stillness so deep it felt unreal. "It's been ten years, Robb. "It's finally over."

Solana glared at him even if he already turned his back. Foire signalled to Blair that he is about to start his announcement. Supernaturals were gathered in Satan at exact dawn to witness whether it is true that there is an Alpha, the last one standing. While the carriage that will transport Solana across the border has not come in yet, he still has a lot of time allotted in his hands.

The rideshare I was in broke down on a mountain road. None of our phones had a signal, so we couldn't even make a call. We waited from midnight until 3 a.m., but not a single car passed by. After it started raining, we had no choice but to get back into the car. That's when we noticed the female passenger in the front seat was still asleep. "Do you want something to eat?" the driver asked as he pulled out a few sandwiches and gently tapped her shoulder. Her body suddenly tilted to one side. Then she collapsed. The driver jumped in fright and tried to help her up. But the moment he leaned closer, his face turned pale. "She's dead!" he screamed. His frantic movements twisted the woman's head a

A few weeks later, Dante's father sent a message through Augustus Voss: "The girl is no longer our concern—for now." Damien's father had negotiated a quiet truce, offering shipping rights to Moretti's ports in exchange for dropping the matter. But the old man's final words were, "We do not forget." I learned all this from Damien, who told me calmly over tea. "My father handled it. We're neutral, but we're not weak." He squeezed my hand. "They won't touch you while I'm here."