Novel & Cerita Oblivion More Unfinished Business

It was a slow surrender to the truth we already knew. “I know now,” she said, her forehead against mine. “I finally do.” Over dinner, we had fresh pasta, too much wine, and laughter that made the locals smile - Anton called. Not with threats or disasters, but with closure. “Digital cleanup complete,” he said over speakerphone. “The final shadow wallets have been drained. All blackmail nodes purged. And the Executioner’s signal hasn’t reappeared in seventy-two hours.” “Meaning?” I asked. “Meaning… the game is finally over.”

The man froze. His face was hidden in shadow, so I could not make out his expression. However, I could see that his bright eyes were staring straight at me, as if trying to study my face. Theodore Jensen knew his reputation preceded him. Violent, ruthless, unpredictable, a man who slaughtered without batting an eye... Naturally, all of it was true. As for the last person who had seen him handle something personally, he had already been sent to the Southern Isles. Whether he was still alive was another question, but he was definitely missing a few organs.

​As the thick clouds of debris slowly began to settle, they revealed me standing perfectly erect in the center of the devastation. ​My black tunic was shredded, soaked in crimson, and fluttering wildly against the sudden gust of the night wind—which now blew freely across the expanse because the entire ceiling of the cavern had been completely obliterated. And right there, standing at the edge of the newly formed crater, was the council of elders, trembling so violently their bones rattled, their once-arrogant faces now bleached as white as fresh corpses.

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"

End Game: Birth Chaos But here lied the issue of worry. If the main mission was to introduce Chaos into this world and Mane had done that, why then did his Progress Bar suggest that he wasn’t finished? After all, the mission had nothing to do with how much Chaos would be birthed. Besides, eventually the Chaos that Mane birthed would grow large and potent enough to fill the entire world, and not just the sky outside Amalgamation. In a sense, his mission was complete. So why didn’t his Status Window acknowledge this. The End Game still read as incomplete. Mane needed to know if he interpreted the mission wrong, or if there was something else he needed to do.

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I asked sharply. “I know what I want, but do you know what you want from yourself and your life? What the hell are you doing here in this state? I’ve given you thousands of messages and emails. How long are you going to mourn? I’m done with this! Your life has to go on, or everything you’ve built will collapse. Are all those nights spent writing those wonderful books worth just throwing them away for two traitors?” Olivia scolded me. “Leave me alone. Let them go wherever they want.”

he tells us. “Others?” Grayson asks. “Who’s watching the pups?” “Things got a little out of hand last night,” Bo says, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “We’re only losing time here, Gray. With nothing else, it’s only going to get worse.” “We can help more,” Delia chimes in. Gray shakes his head. “Even with all the help your coven can give us, it won’t be enough.” I can feel the tension and despair coming off of them, engulfing and strangling my senses.

He must say, he doesn't like long, dramatic conversations but he is genuinely thankful that the lady cared for Dayanne. His smile vanished in an instant. Why would he care if someone took care of the girl? It's like his thoughts have been in a trance and now he has snapped out of it. He shook his head when he realized he's being over concerned. He's only here to answer his curiousity and to protect her from the harm he has done unto her. He still carries the blame for letting the hunters know that a rare blood exists. Although hunters are trained to protect, he knows that their leaders are willing to kill one person for the satisfaction of an elite blood.

I continued. In a blink of an eye, Sunny put her ID card near the wall. We wait impatiently in the lift. My heart thumped out of my chest. My ears ringing in anticipation. The others don't look much different. I could hear their harsh breath, their feet tapping on the floor, and click-clack of their weapons being checked the ammunitions multiple times. A ting informed us that the lift had finally reached the base. My heart dropped. There is nothing left. The floor is covered in bodies laying on top of one another.