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I say as I hang up not waiting for his reply. She was staring at me like I was a saving angel. “Use this money to cure your mom and build yourself a better life.” I tell her as I walk away and head back into the store. Once back inside I continue with my shopping. I buy several luxury dresses. Those for white ‘garden party events” and those for “clubbing” events. I also buy new shirts, pants, bra’s, thongs, and the works. The order comes to one hundred thousand dollars. I don’t mind spending it. I greet my friend one last time before leaving. I drop a thousand-dollar tip at the register. I walk away.

Lia. She stood at the center of the room, draped in a gown that seemed more like a warning than attire. Midnight black velvet clung to her frame, slit dangerously high on one side, the neckline daring, sharp as a blade. Her hair was pinned back, a crown of obsidian stones resting against it not of royalty, but of conquest. She wasn’t dressed as a bride anymore. She was dressed as a ruler, the kind that could smile while plotting your downfall.

“Didn’t mean it like that.” Her chest tightened. She bit the inside of her cheek, fighting the urge to step back, to cut the moment short. She should’ve walked away already. Should’ve brushed past him, locked herself in the changing room, buried all of this beneath her skin again. But her legs stayed rooted. And then she noticed it. The shadows. Not the ones cast by the corridor lights, sharp and ordinary. These were slower. Deliberate. Alive. Hers stretched out from her feet, flickering at the edges. His shifted too, curling forward. And then, inch by inch, they reached for one another.

She lunged at Emma, her claws extended, aiming to strike. Lukas reacted in a split second, intercepting Selene's attack with his own body. He grunted as her claws raked across his back, leaving deep, bleeding gashes. He fought back, using his shifter abilities to transform into his animal form, a majestic white tiger. His muscles rippled with power as he tackled Selene, the two of them rolling on the ground in a flurry of fur and claws.Emma watched in horror, torn between fear for Lukas and the urge to help. She knew she had to do something, but she also didn't want to escalate the situation further. She looked around desperately for a way to intervene.Just then, a group of shifters who had

The trees that lined the courtyard were lush and green, and the leaves rustled gently in the wind. Miranda’s outfit was that of a typical witch from the Shadows Covens. Her black dress clung to her curves and was adorned with various gemstones that sparkled in the light. She had a cloak draped over her shoulders, and her long black hair cascaded down her back. Her eyes, which were a piercing green, were lined with kohl, and her lips were painted a deep red.

But now came the hard part: she had to actually find the woman and turn her into a weapon. The next morning, the city was shrouded in a gray, misty rain. Lydia dressed with meticulous care. She wore a high end designer trench coat, large dark sunglasses that obscured half her face, and a silk scarf tied over her hair. She looked like a woman of immense wealth, but beneath the glamorous exterior, she was a hollow, desperate shell, fueled by a cocktail of nerves and prescription pills.

Judging from her clothes, a monochromatic black Mesh Cut-out Top, partnered with black Cycling Shorts underneath a short Draped Skirt, Chunky Boots, and distinct Gothic Lace Choker, she seems to be a free-spirited rich lady. I don't see any significance about her role in this apocalyptic society, should I ask her about it? But if I did, she might think I'm entertaining her request to accompany me. "Ah, it doesn't matter anyway," I said and decided to remain walking. "Hey, where are you planning to go anyway?" She probably lost her patience since we are still walking out of the labyrinth-like alleyway. I could use the Shadow Transfer to get out of here, but I think it is rude to leave this de

Arabella hissed in mounting anger, but she didn't dare to act rashly here. “Oh, you haven't changed at all either,” Mila giggled as she traced Arabella's body from head to toe to her bare feet with her grey eyes. "You are still not wearing anything. Wear something to cover your body, otherwise people will misunderstand you and think that you are a prostitute that was ordered by the king to warm his bed.” For the women of the shadow clan, it would be easier to use their power and disguise themselves as someone's shadow when they weren't wearing any clothes altogether, because the clothes wouldn't be able to blend in with their abilities.

Lydia shook her head and offered me a sympathetic smile, seeming like she might be acquainted with the horrors of Hell. She walked across the room and around the back of the sofas, toward a small table beneath the Hatch. After a few clicks of the screen behind its door, she showed me her favorite outfitters, who supplied garments for the athletic but elegant she-wolf. I chose a pair of brown leather pants, a white tank top with hidden support, and a denim jacket that came with holsters and a hidden bandolier. “I’ll take you down to the armory and get you stocked with anti-demon bullets.”

On Wednesday night, Lydia changed her outfit four different times before deciding on a black denim mini and silver camisole. Flat black sandals and a pair of silver hoop earrings completed the outfit. She was thirty now. Not a huge deal in cosmic terms perhaps but a big enough one for her. It made her relationship with Galen sound a little better, she thought, if he could just tell people "oh, she's in her thirties."