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Mystic squeezed Aaron’s hand. Her voice threaded into his mind: Let me. He inclined his head. She stepped forward, spine straight, chin lifted. “My name is Mystic Hayes — daughter of Helen and Dawson Hayes. I have not walked these lands since I was a child, but they are still my heritage.” She turned her forearm outward. A glowing tattoo shimmered beneath her skin — intricate, ancient, unmistakable. “I bring this mark as proof.” The head warrior slowly descended from his position and approached her, his boots echoing on stone. Aaron shifted instinctively — ready to move — but Mystic remained still.

Like magic all the emails that she had to go through instantly vanished. Trisha let out a sigh of relief. "That gave me the creeps. I don't know why people would message me about that. Can you do me one more favor?" She asked him. "Can you press block sender. They won't be able to send any more messages that way." "On it," Kanda replied. BIG MISTAKE flashed across Trisha's monitor in a sequence of dazzling colors and then her game turned completely black before shutting itself down. "They really want out of their way to scare me," Trisha grumbled to herself. She restarted the game and drummed her fingers as she waited for the loading screen to pass and for it to take her to the character sel

Only then did she grab the tablet, her brows knitting together as she unlocked it. Two notifications popped up. Both from F******k Messenger. And both are active. One message from Dreston, and the other from Corren. Cassienne stared at the screen for a long second. “What now?” she muttered. Her finger hovered, then tapped Dreston’s message first. Dreston: Do you want to play? Cassienne didn’t reply. Instead, she exited the chat and tapped the second notification. Corren: Let’s play a game. I’m contesting tomorrow.

3 years ago Adriano ( PoV ) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 11:30PM "Where the f*ck are you Matteo?" I yell into the phone. " Adriano?" He questions, sounding sleepy. " Come back to bed Matteo" I hear a girl say " ya, Matteo we are waiting for you" another girl purrs. " Don't worry ladies I'll be back in like two minutes" he replies. "No you f*cking won't!" I all but roar into the phone.

She pointed at her screen with a pencil where a bold ABSENT had been placed beside his name on the waiting list. "I'm sorry but there are no more flights going to Alaska today, sir? You will have to return in a week's time or so. Thank you for choosing Silver Lining."

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

He asked in a careful tone and that made me a little suspicious. "Why?" "Because I want you to join us for brunch tomorrow." "Brunch? Where?" "Lisa's restaurant." He said as he turned to see my mom brought 3 glasses of purple smoothies. "Why? Cody's back?" I asked because Cody, my cousin, lives in London to study and Lisa is his older sister. "No, I wanted to introduce you to my close friend, Pierce." "Uhmm okay.." I said and I turned to see my mom putting a big glass of smoothie in front of me.

I started scrolling through a travel app, frantically looking for a cheap, sketchy motel nearby—anything that cost under fifty dollars a night and had a working lock on the door. Right then, a bright purple notification banner flashed across my screen from my encrypted chat app. 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘬: 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

"Fuck!" Shocked as she is, Yngrid almost drop the key she's holding when it dawned on her who the message was from. Last time she got a message from the sender is when she came back from her tour in Paris. Suddenly her hand shook. The message is a red rose with a K.S initials on it. A bunch of sweat condensed on her forehead when she suddenly felt hot. It's like a sudden rise in temperature unexpectedly sorrounds her. There is no warning and it just happens. She's close to having cold.

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly