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said another. Dev sat around the living room with his mother and the Saxenas. He kind of felt nervous. One, ever since he could remember, Rajan Saxena, a retired NRI, was never-so-friendly looking. With his haphazard smile, close-cut hair, square jaw and stony face, he looked more like a retired cop than an NRI. Dev dared not look at him. He feared that Rajan with his black, beady eyes could see right through him and access his deepest, dirtiest secrets, one that only he knew.

He simply exhaled, and a wave of silver-black mist erupted from his chest, slamming the Captain into the bulkhead with enough force to dent the iron. ​I didn't wait for the soldiers to fire. I felt the "Scythe" respond to the shadow collar on my neck. A blade of violet crystal solidified in my hand, humming with a bloodlust I had never felt before. ​"You want the drive?" I asked, stepping over the Captain's groaning body. I felt a cold, sharp smile touch my lips—a smile that belonged to the Sixth Life. "Come and take it from the monster you created." ​The soldiers hesitated, their fingers trembling on their triggers. They weren't looking at a doctor and his patient. They were looking at the

Ding! I woke up terrified from bed in a dark room, panting heavily from the nightmare perpetually haunting me every single night. I was drenched in sweat and my whole body was trembling. I was frightened with tears unconsciously running down my cheeks. I dug my hand into my black; full; virgin; long hair in pains, then tugged them behind my ears to wipe off my tears. I sniffed in some secs later gasping out in aid to calm down as I unraveled the shadow of curtains around the wall.

Their last member for their voyage arrives. Butcher turns his head around to see the likes of Xialn. He bears the crest of the panther on his chest as do all of them but his is more worn out and scratched to hell. On his lower back at those sheathed daggers and on his back is a quiver made from animal furs that are thick, thick enough to house bolts. The ends of his ammunition are carved runes that are dull at the moment. Butcher laughs to himself and echoes his voice once he sees him. “How did you ever convince him of this?” Butch turns his head back to the forest, shaking his head as well. “What’s the wrong Butcher? Afraid I’ll kill you?” Xialn’s voice is much more defined, seasoned, and r

Alex grunted, and it eventually grew louder. He announced after the uproarious laughter, “I have to settle my unsettled trade with the legendary merchant, (Alex shouted ferociously and crushed the liquor glass and the glass pieces made him bleed) Hexa!” *****

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Chapter 83 Sansa's Pov Xavier took advantage of my frailty as darkness engulfed my awareness. He delighted in my anguish, gaining energy from my anguish and loving the satisfaction of fully destroying me. My fists clenched, my teary eyes betraying the sorrow within. "Have I offended you in any way?" he appeared in front of me in an instant, wearing his T-shirt and sporting a nasty grin. "How on earth could you?" I burst into rage, my fingers fiercely grabbing his collar.

I can’t risk anymore wolfsbane until I heal, so alcohol it will have to be. The sun is up by the time I get fuel and clean up, pick up a cheap foam cooler in a gas station in Battle Mountain Nevada, and fill it with ice, beer, and whiskey. Being a wolf means it takes more of it to have an effect on me, and if I hope to have a buzz going by the time I cross into Oregon, I need to get started. My wolf reflexes allow me to react quicker behind the wheel, so I’m not afraid of endangering lives of the moon’s children by drunk driving. I pace myself and I know my limits. Over the years, I’ve perfected the art of getting myself just intoxicated enough to numb the bond, without impairing myself to t

Just the ghost of his mouth on my skin, the echo of his name in my chest, and the undeniable truth of it all: Nathan Cross fucked like a weapon. But when he said come home? It wasn’t a command. It was a confession.

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.