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Liam's voice booms through her tiny house. "In here!" Maddie's voice calls out from her office. Liam grabs a pair of shorts from a nearby table, throwing them on before walking to her. Maddie had a revolving door of wolves that visited her day and night, so she kept clothes around to protect their modesty and her eyes. Walking into her cramped office, Liam spots Maddie in a corner, reading a thick, leather book. The petite middle-aged woman with laughing lines, beams when she sees her visitor. She was everyone's mother figure, giving advice or doting on younger creatures depending on the situation. Maddie closes the book and greets Liam with a hug. "Good afternoon, Liam! What brings you to m

Like, yes I’m mad about what they just did but I can’t just leave the house? Where am I gonna go? I don’t have a place to stay. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much? She won't drive me away from the house, right? She opened my door harshly and looked at me with madness in her eyes. “M-mom,” I said in a small voice. She is still staring at me sharply. Like a lion looking at its prey. Mom is really scary when mad. “M-mom, you can’t expect me to just accept your decisions especially that my future is at stake.” I reasoned out. I didn’t mean to shout at them. To argue with them, I was just blinded by my feelings that is full of hatred.

"But she has gone mad, and I don't have any emotions. I can't give her the response she wants." "It's fine! As long as you're around! Just keep her calm for three months. Once the world's firewall is repaired, I'll send you away immediately! Not only will I return your emotions, but I'll even give you five million dollars for retirement!" The system quickly threw out the bait. I considered it for a moment. Five million dollars was enough for me to live a worry-free life. And so, I agreed. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of that familiar villa halfway up the hill. The front door was open, and Jessica stumbled out.

My sixth-sense was telling me that the thing inside the sack was my daughter. In that instant, I could feel my entire body fully synchronized with my brain as the adrenaline inside of me surged. I ran as fast as my body could take it. However, it seemed like they had anticipated this. When I almost caught the sack, two men appeared out of nowhere to pin me on the ground. It was useless no matter how I struggled or screamed. There were no security guards or cops on duty in this place. The passersby didn't know what was happening and all chose to stand and watch.

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Seeing the odd expression from her both Rose and Mona couldn’t help but ask her, “What’s wrong?” “Was it bad?” “No! It’s just that… I am sure I did it correct and I know if I repeat the process again I’m pretty certain that it will continue to stay the same.” Barlene explained. “Then isn’t that place the location we are searching for?” Rose questioned and Barlene looked at her before giving the really small nod. “It is but… the place it pointed to is right here…” “What?” Mona gasped in shock. Just a minute after they all heard the loud footsteps that appeared right in front of the door. The three women snapped their heads backward. They found the group of people who were dressed in black pus

He felt her wrench at the reins, trying to pull the eagle aside—but the darkness was already there. A wall they couldn’t outfly. They hit it. The world folded, then broke open. They burst out over a familiar stretch of rust-colored drylands. The sky hung low and dull above a world the color of old blood. Ahead of them, humming softly, the towering veil of shifting light stretched from one jagged horizon to the other. Mad End’s Wall. Confusion punched through him. How were they here? The eagle lurched without warning, loosing an enraged, grating cry as its wings snapped tight. It plunged into a violent dive, Araheen fighting to regain control.

Mother yelled, her voice breaking as tears rolled down her eyes, I pushed her away from the front of my car and drove off. My head spun as I knew mother knew everything but decided to still kill that child, I didn't know her reason and I never wanted to know her reason. I had loved Madison since the day I set my eyes on her and that day seven years ago was a mistake. I was driving and in my thoughts when I heard a message come into one of the phones in the car, I checked mine and it was mine. I reached for the compartment and realized it was Madison's phone. I was about to keep it back when another message came in, there was no harm in knowing what it was, so I opened the message and it wasn

"Working? You’re watching the Clarke Empire vanish into a goddamn black hole! The Human Supremacist prick—whoever is behind this—they’re coordinated. It’s a fucking slaughter out there." "Then leave." Madison reached for the zipper of her dress. She pulled it down, the silk sliding over her shoulders and pooling at her feet. She stood in nothing but black lace lingerie, the thin straps cutting into her pale skin. "You’re vibrating at a frequency that’s annoying my servers. Get out, JJ." "You... you’re losing it. You’re actually losing it." The door hissed shut behind him. Madison exhaled, a sharp, ragged sound. She stepped toward the private terminal, her bare feet silent on the cold stone.

She tried to look anxious and worried, but she couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from turning upward. I drifted behind them, following them back to the dim and humid prison. The iron door was wide open. An intense smell of blood and rot invaded their senses. Dad rushed in, but when he saw what was inside the cage, he was rooted to the floor. My body was curled up in a corner of the cage. It had already gone stiff, still in an extremely painful position. The rug under the cage was soaked in blood, and it had already turned dark brown. My fist was still tightly closed around the dirty piece of bread, which I never got to eat.