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The butler went flying in the air and then crashed into a flower. She wasn't just in the west improving her medical skills alone, she's learnt lots of martial skills for the purpose of self defense. Ruby's eyes furrowed in shock. She didn't expect that Natasha would be able to make such a move. And how strong is she? For her to be able to kick Mr. Akio, a retired navy? Ruby was stupefied. "She's a ghost," Ruby concluded. There's no way the ordinary Natasha she knew would easily defeat a retired navy. She quickly ran inside and picked her phone and then dialed Dmitry's number. At once, the call was answered. "Hey honey... There's an urgent matter."

"You did." "Look, I'm not trying to say that you're a liar or that any of these is a lie, but the thing is, I don't seem to know any of these things you're talking to me about. I'm not whoever you're taking me to be. My name's Winter, not Vinci and I'm a girl and not a man —”

But something else did. My wolf. He rose inside me—not snarling, not fighting—watching. Listening. Recognizing. “Tyla,” I rasped. “Be careful.” She knelt beside Ash. The moment her fingers touched his face— The entire frozen world cracked like glass. Time resumed. Darkthorn soldiers roared. My warriors charged. Chaos erupted. I drew my blade and shifted halfway, letting claws tear through my fingers. I met the first wave with a snarl, ripping through flesh and armor like parchment.

“You two once loved each other deeply. You survived countless storms together, but you couldn’t survive the quiet. Ms. Winters won’t come back once she’s gone. “I can help you bring her back by force,” the assistant said, lowering his gaze. “You could lock her away if you wanted, but she would never forgive your betrayal.” Nick shook his head. “I want her to come back willingly.” The assistant was stunned. Then he offered a single piece of advice. “If that’s what you want, you’ll have to win her heart again. Make her fall in love with you one more time.” Nick’s expression shifted. For the first time in days, there was life in his eyes. He immediately signed his discharge papers and bought th

Three masked soldiers emerged through the smoke—moving fast, precision-trained. I fired first, dropping one. Katya lunged at another, slicing through his armor with a clean sweep of her blade. But the third? He moved straight for Elara. She raised her weapon. But he didn’t attack. He spoke. “Elara Vasiliev,” he said, his voice robotic, filtered through his mask. “Omega Protocol Command Sequence: Nova-6-Reignite.” Elara screamed. Her body convulsed—just for a second—like something inside her snapped awake.

"I've lost all my power. Right now, I'm just an ordinary person. I can't help him at all." Snowy immediately understood. Orabella delivering the body armor might've hit a nerve. Gideon was Winter's man, but it had to be another woman bringing him the body armor. Of course, that didn't sit well. "I have to get my strength back, no matter what it takes," Winter muttered to herself. Snowy felt a chill. This was the first time she had ever seen that look and attitude on Winter.

Ariana still loves frod! Natasha is really a manipulator!

At this point in her thoughts, she could not help saying icily, “In Hua City, who dares not to be familiar with Mr. Winters?” The man could detect the sarcasm in the words ‘Mr. Winters’. He lifted his eyebrows. “You’re not scared of me?” Natalie Snowden did not flinch. She answered lightly, “I am a surgeon…” In other words, she was not afraid of cutting into a human being; she was not going to be afraid of a living, breathing man. Upon hearing that the man narrowed his eagle-sharp black eyes and inspected this feisty woman before him. He looked into her shining eyes, which were clear and bright as a multitude of stars.

I thought about being four years old and that sure, I thought about what it cost and what it was worth. Parents arrived in the particular way of people who are trying to appear casual about something they are not remotely casual about: phones out, good angles identified, the collective held breath of people about to be completely undone by small children singing about weather. Ethan had not been to one of these before, I knew that without asking, through observation, through the texture of his silences. He'd missed the winter one. He'd been in Tokyo, he'd sent flowers to the nursery, which Lily had accepted graciously and which had not, she'd made clear, been quite the same.