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Nico yelled, firing a shot into the air. I chuckled darkly as an idea formed. I wouldn't beg for something I created. "I'll return for all of your heads," I declared, a scoff escaping my lips. "I never issue empty threats." "We'll be ready for you, killer," he said, locking his gaze onto mine. With a smirk, I walked away and climbed into Luciano's car, setting my course for his mansion. It was time to step into my power as a Donna. I held the steering hard as pictures of the stingers, my family betrayed me. They committed a grave mistake and they knew it. I would kill all of them, I'll survive without them, I always survive. I will kill them all. Once a killer, always a killer.

I'm mentally exhausted, dear diary. I miss Campbell, I miss Ivy and Alicia, i muss my former school. I miss Lisa. Yes, Lisa was a big bully but I still miss her. I killed her, and I feel so bad about it. I wish I could have stopped the accident, I wished she had believed my dream and I wish I hadn't had any dream in the first place. I hate using inhalers but I'm getting used to it. I hate not having anyone to text, apart from mom and dad and granny. Diary, please keep me awake till morning, I really feel very sleepy..."

“Let's figure out what makes you so different.” “Don't do it,” Nathan sneered, lips barely moving as his teeth started to sharpen. The doctor smiled cruelly, the look haunting on his face. Everything happened at once. An echoing 'Bang' vibrated through the hall as Nathan shifted to his wolf form and jumped in front of me. He whimpered as a bullet engaged with him and he fell to the floor, writhing in pain. Blood started to darken his already black fur where a gaping red hole was. His breathing became labored and I felt him start to panic.

They all know him, and it was a long time ago since they heard that name. Nicolas Cruzvelt, the Alpha who killed the triplet's mother, Xanthea, is here to kill them also. They think he still holds grudges to them and wants them killed. But how long he will take the fire and burn of the hearts of the wolves and mafias.

"You have to remember that my name is David Su. Mark Su is my grandfather, Luis Su is my father and Maynard Su is my brother. You are a ball compared to me in terms of background. family and official background. You're the ball. " Seeing Brent's surprise David was still angry. He took off the smelly socks on his feet and covered Brent's mouth. they in Then he smiled happily and said, "Do you know what to say tomorrow? If you know what's good for you, think for yourself, or I'll kill you!" Brent found out when he was in the hotel room the next morning. During those times, he fainted because of the excessive amount of blood he had lost. The blood stained the sheets red and turned dark red.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

" You thought you could escape from me.... Heratte?" Sera's mind went blank and that's when she looks down to find the strange tattoos on Zander's chest shining. Stuttering... looking at him in disbelief, she asks. " Who...who are you...." Zander only growls, fanning his breath on her skin. Making her shiver. His next words made her entire body go numb. " Your death" . . . " The Death Wolf." And with this Zander's incisors extend to long canines. To only root right into Sera's neck and a scream leaves her lips as her blood trails down her neck.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

It was a crate filled with guns and weapons, and it was marked with a symbol that I recognized instantly. Those were hunter gear. Inside the crates were silver-lined restraints, shock nets, and tranq darts strong enough to drop an Alpha Jaxon crouches, pries one open. “So this is what the shipment was.” I never understood what he meant. I was of the idea that we had been here to get skulls for he black market but I was wrong. They load the crates and the skulls. Each skull they took feels like a nail driven somewhere deep. We’re almost done when the ground hums. I feel midnight lift her head inside me. I could feel her worry.