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the main idea was to kill you or sell you, but we decided to wait to see how everything evolved, and you see, you have a chance to live, isn't that good news? I understand and I think it's good news, sir. May I ask a question? - No. We're finished. Go to your room and then you will receive further instructions. The meeting ended quickly after the chief's last words. Finally Maria de la Cruz went to her room and asked for a book to read and entertain herself, as she couldn't have a cell phone or anything technological to make contact with the social world, Rosa was really very kind and brought her a very interesting book by "Isabel Allende, La Isla Bajo El Mar", with this excellent literature

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

But last night it was revealed to Anna that Rustam only loves himself . Last night, on Rustam's advance, Anna started remembering the same night again ... She screamed a lot ... Ask Rustam for time for this relationship ... But Rustam had only one answer, he had already given a lot of time to Anna before marriage ... It was made clear to Anna that Rustam is not one of the listeners. Anna was just thinking about last night's Rustam who would have been human at one moment and a savage beast at another moment would have eaten her. There were scratches and bite marks on her neck. She tried to get up from bed but she could not. There were sharp pain in her lower body part. Her legs were tremblin

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I watched as Master unfolded his arms and pointed at me. "It was either that or blunt force. What would you rather me do? After she took down the other Assassins she became completely unhinged. You couldn't talk to her to save her life." Master spoke passively, never raising his voice. It was like he had a natural passive aura. Or maybe he just knew Drake well enough to not be afraid of his leaders rage. Either way it was a weird encounter to witness. Drake sighed angrily and motioned for me towards the bed. It was a cot like bed with chains attached to the wall. I eyed him warily, not taking my eyes off of him as I walked to the bed. As I sat, Drake righted the chair that I had toppled him

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

Her hand clamped around my neck and she lifted me into the air. I choked. My legs kicked. My arms clawed at her hand. But she was too strong. My feet dangled above the floor, my vision blurry. I looked at Alpha Darien again, he didn’t blink, nor move. I closed my eyes, pain throbbing through my skull. My lungs screamed for air. Is this it? Is this how I die? Ava, the slave girl. Killed by her master and his wife. I forced my eyes open one last time, trying to look around the mansion… just once more… just to remember the place I thought would be my grave. And then the world started to fade.

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

But with what she's seeing now, her mother's mansion is nowhere compared to 'The Cassano's mansion'. Cassano's mansion has everything, if she could say. Large gardens, beautiful lights, many guards and maids she couldn't even keep count of. This was the first time Tina had ever seen something like this, except in the movies.

"Welcome to White Birch Manor. I am Dmitri, the head of household. Please, follow me." Still reeling from the grandeur of her surroundings, Alessia could only nod mutely. She followed Dmitri into the mansion, her head swiveling to take everything in. The interior was just as breathtaking as the exterior – high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings, gleaming hardwood floors partially covered by plush Oriental rugs, and walls lined with what appeared to be priceless artwork. Dmitri led her up a sweeping staircase and down a long hallway, finally stopping before a set of double doors. "Your room, Dr. Russo," he said, opening the doors with a flourish. "Mr. Zhukov hopes you will find it comfo