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Adjusting Justus in his arms , Marcus glanced towards Rithambara only to find creases of tension on her forehead while her eyes were transfixed on something. "Your highness! I can see something bothering you? May I get to know what is it? " The pause was so heavy that Marcus felt that Ritha didn't hear the question and he was about to repeat when Ritha moved her heated gaze from the suspect towards Marcus and spoke with an identified determination, "Today, either truth would paint future's canvas or despicable red would be the only prominent colour " (Author's Note : here despicable red colour symbolises impure blood of the conspirators. Gosh! I was forever stuck on this line and kept pacing

building. The moment River hears his voice, his attention gets drawn to the television set. Eyes squinting in annoyance yet intrigue. Entranced by a man that turned him down, just the day before. He glares at Sebastian Black for a long moment, then almost calmly straightens up in a seated position. “Mr. Black, what do you have to say about the Merge with Merit Global?” A female News Reporter approaches Sebastian Black at the live television broadcast before the Black Co. building.

I see how Malcolm comes out of the corner and behind the Crystal, he turns and immediately takes out the gun and points it, you see that he says a few words and then he approaches her, the hair catcher struggles a bit and then she, she hits and he falls to his knees holding his crotch, the gun is on the ground she takes it and points it at him, after a few seconds he staggers up and goes over to her, she activates the gun and Malcolm falls lifeless in the middle of the corridor. “What about what happened before?...” I ask again looking at Cristal, Jason once again takes the Tablet and begins to check, she looks at him for a moment and then at me “sir, we have a problem...” I take the tablet

I believed her, she seemed intelligent, smart and I knew she would catch up in no time. My day would have been a lot better if I hadn’t received a bad news from my surveillance team off campus about the vampire we had been trailing, they had lost track of him and all data they had collected had magically disappeared. I tried to console myself with my plan to get Christopher Rhinehart through his daughter but the vampire chick had gone ahead to annoy me a bit more by being thirty minutes late. I had been reading a text a brunette with big tits had sent me when I raised my head and saw her coming.

5 - Rowan I’ve been here two days and I feel almost back to normal. The hole a broken mate bond leaves never heals fully, but everything else feels amazing. My sister and I both inherited our mother’s ability to bake away any troubles, so every free moment has been dedicated to laughing and cooking.

The dark fluid spilled out across the concrete, and the creatures inside—the twisted, grafted abominations—began to twitch. Nomo stopped. He watched as one of the creatures opened its eyes. They weren't violet, and they weren't red. They were a milky, sightless white, leaking a black ichor that hissed as it touched the floor. The thing let out a sound that wasn't a scream or a growl, but a distorted, multi-tonal vibration that shattered the glass panels of the nearby offices. “Somito, tell me you’re clear!” Nomo shouted, his hand shaking as he raised his tablet to send the emergency burst.

“I’m inviting you to the launch of my company’s new fashion line.” Jayden didn’t even look at the card. “Still not interested.” Donald leaned closer, just enough to whisper but loud enough to hurt. “It’s called MONALISA.” Everything in the room went quiet. Jayden’s lips parted slightly, like he needed air. “What… what did you just say?”

Please Listen! Brian tried to say something to the nurse when he felt a strong blow over his head like someone hit him. He tried to turn around but his injuries made him trip and fall on the floor. All Brian could see was the person’s shoes. Brian recognized those shoes very well as he himself was big fan of shoes. It was 1950s Monk Black Vintage shoes. Brian’s consciousness again gave in and he fell unconscious.

I nod. I just sat there in te silence playing with my fingers listening to the afro beats of Burna Boy's new album. He was hopefully going to win a grammy this year but I doubted it. Someone said the grammy is racist, I disagree but I couldn't speak up because what proof did I have that the grammys are not racist.

"This is a noise-reduced version of an encrypted voice recording. The sender identifies himself as Marcus. The recipient is Cael Grey, currently detained by Parliament. Time of transmission: three forty-seven this morning." The projector's blue light flickered. An audio waveform materialized above the map. The waveform was grey. The same color as Marcus's pupils. Dorian did not play it immediately. His silence spread through the war room. Then he pressed play. The audio opened with a stretch of dead air. Only the faint hiss of electric current. Like something breathing slowly in the dark. Then a voice rose. Soft. Slow. Like the creak of a spine when a book shut too long is opened again.