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He was already headed to the prison cells. I met him there and he smiled at me, "Good night?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows, "But seriously.....fuck up again and I will be pissed." he stated stone-faced. "I won't. I am seriously making up for lost time. Now to find out what these asshats want with our girl." I said and we walked down the stairs. I could smell the rogues before I saw them. Rogues had a certain smell to them and they smelled like the earth and mushrooms. I need to ask the Goddess when I die why mushrooms...out of everything why mushrooms?!?!

LUKE MATTHEW BLACK AND WHITE Mystery… My very first case! I’ve never felt such tremendous adrenaline as when I went to rescue Janden. I want to feel it again; the rush, the thrill, and the way it felt like it’s just me against the world— it was amazing. And if this insulting, unpleasant child will give me this high school adventure I’ve been yearning for, then I’ll stick with her. Hibara White Cake is the detective; a magnet of tragedy after all.

There was a car outside. "Who's that!" Harry was shocked that somebody actually found this place. "I'll better leave you here than wasting my time right now." He added took out a box of matches and burned in. "What are you trying to do!" Arien was scared to death but she couldn't do anything. "I'm gonna leave no evidence to show that I was guilty. Bitch you'll be saved if you're lucky enough." With that he threw the burning match into a wooden box from which he was taking the drugs to inject on her and it caught fire instantly. Harry ran to the exit.

he added. “Uhm, it’s okay.” Actually, everything has been alright for the past few weeks, but when I found out about the mysteries here in this apartment, I started feeling something I can’t name. I am scared, and at the same time, I’m curious to seek the truth behind this one. The mysteries are waiting for me to solve them, but I don’t know how to start and where. I didn’t have the leads. Wait. I do. That man.

Deagan laughed, wiping the slobber off his face. “Misterio… Mist, for short.” Deagan eyed her strangely. “That’s very different, any reason?” Hazel asked and Aria smiled at the grey-eyed cuteness. “Misterios means Secrets in Spanish.” Deagan caught on easily while others remained in the dark, no one asked her to elaborate. “Well then Mist, come meet your uncle Aycin.” Aycin held his hands out and so he made his way down the table, receiving rubs and kisses. “Little attention lover, isn’t he?” Aria laughed at Deagan’s words.

Sharon cried out as she chased her. Lectures once again was uneventful and Daniel managed to stay focused. Though he couldn’t get the feeling out of his mind that something terrible was about to happen. He couldn’t place his finger on it but the danger alert button on his brain kept blinking red. If there was one special gift he had, it was the ability to anticipate bad omen. As much as he tried to shake it off, it always came back to stick to his mind like glue. By 6pm, lectures were over. He stood up and was about to leave the class when his phone buzzed. It was an inbox from an unknown number. Opening it, he saw a message:

Together with my mysterious companion, we delved deeper into the heart of the mystery that had captivated us from the beginning. Our journey led us to ancient ruins, hidden passages, and forgotten tombs. We deciphered cryptic symbols, pieced together fragmented clues, and slowly unraveled the truth that lay concealed within the shadows. The stakes grew higher with each discovery, as powerful forces sought to keep their secrets buried, their hidden agendas protected.

We shared ideas, dissected clues, and pieced together the fragmented puzzle of the secret society's true agenda. In one chamber, we encountered a riddle carved into the stone floor. Its cryptic message teased our minds, demanding not only knowledge but also lateral thinking. We wracked our brains, exploring every possible interpretation until, at last, the answer revealed itself. With a sense of triumph, we watched as the stone shifted, revealing a hidden passage to the next stage of our journey.

Later that day, police officers, the pack detectives, guards, well-wishers, and many more gathered in the house. The detectives couldn't find anything, not even a clue, apart from the silver blade and Alpha William's giant rake that was used to wedge him. He was reported to have hung there for more than forty-five minutes. There were no fingerprints, no sign of struggling. If it wasn't obvious he was murdered, it could have passed for a suicide.

Someone was standing there. At first, I couldn't see clearly. Everything was blurry. The figure began walking toward me. My heart skipped. He was moving quickly. Forcefully. As though he had been waiting for something. Waiting for me. I watched in confusion as he began removing his clothes. The drunken haze in my mind slowly disappeared. Fear took its place. I moved backward across the bed. My entire body trembled. Why was he coming toward me? My breathing became uneven. I shook my head and moved farther back.