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Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

Mom knew all about my failed trip with Randell to Montville and how he had abandoned me all alone and helpless there, taking away all my money and leaving me penniless so I couldn't even find another hotel if I wanted to. She also knew that I was verbally harassed and probably nearly assaulted by an Uber driver there. On top of that, she was also aware that I would have been trapped in the Montville floods had I stayed there just a moment longer if I wasn't able to catch the flight to Merunica. Mom was best friends with Randell's mom, Hilary Jacobson, and she had also apologized profusely to Mom before for this incident, so Mom decided to just let it be for Hilary's sake.

"This is your admission letter. National Defense Academy, Advanced Defense Engineering Program, Early Admission. After a special review by the Academy's Committee, we have restored your admission eligibility." I took the envelope, my fingers trembling slightly. Mom could barely stand. She leaned against the doorframe, tears streaming down her face. Director Hopkins turned to her. "Ma'am, we've learned that James Westheimer was injured in a car accident while helping his daughter fight for justice and is currently still hospitalized. The Academy has decided to cover all of James's medical and rehabilitation expenses. Our administrative office will handle all the paperwork going forward." Mom

“I’m confident you will recover from the Alpha’s thrall by this evening,” Oh shit. She knew exactly what had happened between me and Jacob. Well, Mellisandrei is an expert on this one so it’s not shocking. I remember Jacob telling me that he asked Mdllisandrei’s opinion and expertise, so I assume he told her the reason why I’m temporarily paralyzed. “Don’t be shy. It’s normal for a virgin like you to feel that.” Mellisandrei murmured. She noticed the heat rushing to my cheeks and kept her voice so low it barely carried across the space.

He threw the phone aside and picked up the plastic drum from the corner, the sharp, chemical odor of acid filling the air. "Looks like your brother has made his choice." "Since he wants you to disappear, I'll do him the favor." "He'll never recognize this pretty face again." "Go to hell and repent to your father, Princess of the Steele family." In that moment, I stopped struggling. I closed my eyes, a single, final tear rolling down my cheek. As the acid splashed down. I thought, You don't have to do this, Farrow. I'm already... dead.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

Damn, shouldn’t have drunk all of that whiskey after last night's job. I may not have hangovers no matter how much I drink but I’m starting to get really sleepy. And it’s just 10 in the morning too! Hero, as usual, arrives early to his beautiful professor’s class. He still had twenty minutes to burn and to wake up from his sudden bouts of sleepiness so he starts reviewing what happened last night. Finished the interview. Completed the job. Drank myself to sleep. Realized too late that we have special make-up classes today due to a week-long school suspension, no thanks to an intense hurricane early this year… Shit, should have known better!

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

The man said while grinning. I didn't say a word, based on what my eyes could see, what Devaugn was saying was true. His water has acid. Actually, its 75% acid. Powerful if used on monsters. Very impressive, as expected to American representatives. They will not send useless to embarrass their country. However.. "Hmmm.. Its powerful indeed." I said while motioning my hand.

She was just terrified because her cozy life was crumbling. She was just clinging to me for survival. I snorted, looking at a bottle of acid in Wilfred's hand. "You want to prove your loyalty? Then pour that acid on Milo." I thought the threat alone would scare her off. But instead, she took the bottle from Wilfred's hand and poured it all over Milo without the slightest hesitation. "How could you?" His scream split the air as the acid bit into his flesh and bones. She looked at him without pity. "You hurt Barney, and you pay the price."