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Nico’s POV. She was smiling. That cruel, mocking smile that used to be mine. And the second I saw it, I just could not help but feel like she was lying. “Why chase the pup when I can have the beast?” she said, mouth curving like this was all some sort of cosmic joke. Like I was just the idiot in her carefully orchestrated plan. “Seriously, you, Nico, can’t compare to your father.” The fuck? Her eyes glittered like she’d won something. And maybe she had. Maybe this was all a game to her—fuck the son, marry the father and just walk away like she didn’t set fire to everything in her path.

But I moved with the grace of a phantom, slicing through the spells as I charged forward. My butterflies followed. Hundreds of them—black as death, with glowing red patterns pulsing from their wings. Each one formed from droplets of my blood, shaped with magic, razor-sharp and deadly. They swarmed, obeying my mind, flying into the faces of our enemies, their wings tearing through robes and flesh with merciless elegance. One wizard tried to trap me in a mirror of fire—but I spun, sent a wave of butterflies crashing into the mirror, and followed it up with a slash of my sword. The fire cracked, shattered, and he was gone—his scream swallowed by the night.

My father had been trying to gain admission for years, but the Boston chapter was closed to new applicants, and our family wasn't connected enough to slip through the back door. Isabella's face lit up. "It's amazing. Higher pay, better benefits, and fewer hours than anything else l'd find in the city. It beats bartending with Creepy Colin breathing all over me by a mile. Maybe I'Il actually have time to finish my book..." She trailed off as she stared over my shoulder. "Um, Viv?" "Hmm?"I spotted a gold mirror on a nearby table. Buffy's granddaughter's party was Beauty and the Beast themed, and while l'd finalized the decor already, Il wanted a unique piece to tie everything together.

he demanded. Nico paused. “There’s nothing.” Nero blazed. “What? What do you mean nothing, Nico?!” “Nothing,” Nico repeated. “The entire wing was clean. No visual glitches. No figures behind her. It’s as if the footage was wiped—or worse, altered.” A dangerous silence settled over the room, as both men's minds raced. Nero’s jaw ticked. “Then someone’s playing games in my house.” He turned to Olivia, still unconscious on the bed.

My arrow hit just outside the center—a good shot, but not good enough to beat Lucy. As I stepped back, I noticed Miriam and Lucy huddled together, whispering. My stomach churned. On her final shot, Miriam deliberately aimed slightly off-center, lowering her score just enough to push Lucy ahead of me. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut: they were working together. Lucy’s triumphant smile was unbearable as Lady Regina announced her as the winner of the first game. My hands clenched into fists, but I forced myself to stay composed. There were still two games left, and I wasn’t about to let them win without a fight.

I spent hours with the both of them, playing board games, not noticing how much time was escaping me. I don’t think I have smiled more; Grace was brilliant, such a beautiful, sweet girl, and it tugged at my heart every time she broke out into coughs, her eyes watering as she put on a brave face and tried to keep her eyes on her cards. “I’m just trying to get you to be sympathetic for me, so you don’t see this,” she slammed down a blackjack when it was about to be Corbyn’s turn, “coming,” she grinned, laughter bubbling in her throat at the look of displeasure on Emerson’s face.

If there were piles of dead bodies strewn around me, not only would it make walking next to impossible but I’d most definitely regurgitate all the digital toast in my digital stomach. I look up at the clear blue sky, which looks like it’s mocking me, the sweat dripping down my unhelmed face in rivulets. Thank the game gods for small mercies there are no circling crows like what many medieval-themed games are wont to feature. Just the five-cent sun, which looks almost the same as the 2-D one inside the My Dream Boyfriend app. Oh my Goggle, that name sounds like eons ago. I know better though. The sun is different because I myself am different now. I never knew there could be so much potential

The two of them headed to the house's gaming room. Inside, there were top-of-the-line gaming computers. Grace and Caleb started playing a tower defense game. The game was called "Legends of Triumph" and had nearly 800 million registered users worldwide. After playing only two rounds, they were thoroughly defeated by the opposing team. Grace, feeling defeated, slumped in her gaming chair. "Caleb, we're terrible. We need some help." "Okay, I'll arrange for some assistance right away."

All of them logged in - the healer (Milo), the rogue (Anna), the tank (Kai), the damage (Jack) and herself - Miaka (the wild card). As a group they sat, heads covered by visors as the AI monster that had destroyed one world plugged them into the game - Gods and Alphas. "On one condition," he said. "I will join you as a human player. You will take me on every mission so I can keep an eye on all of you." Seeing no other choice in the matter, Maika nodded in agreement. The login was the exact same procedure as in the original game. It began with a deceent to the world and backpacks failing to open.

The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment. Amy’s back was close to the door. She had both of her hands guarding her baby bump. Something was wrong, and Amy could sense it. “I put myself in the game. Did you know that?” The gunman raised his eyebrows while smirking. “My character inside the game was a transgender hitman who had a female personality named Christina. I’m not a transgender man, but I thought it would be fun to put a transgender hitman inside the game and model him after myself.” The gunman’s throat went dry for a minute when he saw Amy was trying to leave the room. He went back to rambling, hoping that his talking woul