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Some of the domestic staff used side entrances to avoid interacting with her. A few younger wolves even posted coded messages on the city forum about “dangerous scents” and “spiritual imbalance,” weaving superstition into what had begun as simple gossip. When Kirk discovered those posts, he spent an entire morning demanding they be deleted. His voice echoed through command channels, crisp and impatient, as he accused the moderators of negligence. I passed through the tech hub on my way to the medical wing and saw him standing behind the head moderator, pointing at her screen with an expression that left no room for conversation. He didn’t glance at me. I didn’t interrupt him. I walked throug

When Harold groans in pain, I figure out Marcus is about to kill Harold with his fist. "Marcus!" I stop his arm from aiming but he pushes me causing my body to fall on the floor. I heard footsteps from behind. It's Marcus's friends. They're trying to stop Marcus but no one can stop the beast, letting out his madness like an enraged monster. "YOU DARE TOUCH MY WOMAN?!!" "Marcus please stop!!" I yelled but no effect. Seeing him venting his anger to someone that I hate, is satisfying. However, seeing him getting wrecked by his own dilemma is breaking my heart into pieces.

Seeing the lines of comments scrolling by, I stayed calm, expression unreadable. Since I was little, I'd known the truth: everything in this world was a lie. All of us were just characters in a story, made for someone else's amusement like toys. Because of that, I'd grown up lonely and strange and ended up with selective mutism. I didn't think much of it myself. It was only my mother who suffered, always trying to make me happy. "Let go of me! That old man only broke his leg. He can still move his hands. Why can't he be our goalie? And anyway, he wanted to exercise himself—"

Danny tried to keep her voice calm. “Oh, we want money. Lots of money.” He said and smiled creepily. My tears were falling out from my eyes but no voice would come out from my mouth. “And your family can give me that.” “Boss, I have already contacted their family.” Someone went inside the scary room. “That’s good!” he smiled again and looked at the guy. “But there is a problem, boss.” “Huh? What is it?” “They will only give us 1 million.” “What?! No! 1 million for each one of these stupid idiots! Tell them that they can’t save these two woman for 1 million!”

The only thing I know for sure at this point is that this Big Man, while not kind to me, is simple-minded and doesn't want anything to happen to me any more than anyone else, and that's something I can put to good use. "Why do you say that what Madman told you must be true? And where does he know all these Sin Pack secrets from?" Big Man is not in doubt, he will answer all questions, "I tell you, Madman, he is a super powerful and mysterious guy!" I didn't say anything and continued to listen to him. "The Madman used to be a psychiatrist, do you know how he got in? I heard that he tampered with the memory of one of his patients through hypnosis, turning that patient into a numb and cold-bloo

Sweat the size of a corn seed poured down the guards' foreheads. They did not expect, in front of their eyes right now was one of the largest mafia members in the country. And that terrible man was—, "Lu—Lucy ...." . . . Hi ... thanks for reading 'Dangerous Man', sorry for the inconvenience. I will revise the previous chapter to make it even better. Don't forget to leave your review guys!: D

A tattoo of thorny veins wraps around his right arm, snaking from his wrist to his shoulder. I quickly looked away. This was a man dubbed the Mad Doctor because he killed his parents at only eleven. He is dangerous. And definitely not someone I should be ogling.

And he’s left standing in the ashes, hard for her, forever. That’s not a love story. That’s a fucking masterpiece of psychological warfare. And we’re all just out here hoping we never meet a Cassandra… and kinda hoping we do. He flipped the page. “Alright,” he muttered, settling back in. “Let’s see whose confession is next.” ______ Episode 11 – The Mafia Affairs

In the dim bar lights, we took our seats on a couch, and the manager brought us a line of male escorts for us to choose from. I pulled out a stack of cash and tossed them onto the table. “Get me the best-looking ones, none of those worn-out guys!” The manager eagerly brought over a few new faces to the front. I clicked my tongue. “Is that it? I thought you said there were two stunners here?” Betsy turned her diamond ring with a knowing glint in her eye. The manager nodded. “Don’t worry, those two will be here any second!” So we waited. After a while, no one appeared. I sighed.

He trusted him and knew he was going to look after his family when he dies. The guards push him to the ground and force him to kneel. He looked in front of him and saw endless stairs that separate him from the palace— the hellish residence of the devil in person. Alec has heard many tales about the Mad King; he murdered his parents and sister when he was sixteen, imprisoned women and raped them when he was named king and ate children for his breakfast. The Mad King was no merciful man. He's heartless and cold-blooded. Alec watched the man walk down the stairs slowly, and his heartbeats quickened at each of his steps. The king's golden crown shone like thousand stars under the moonlight, and