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He drove off, and with one hand on the wheel, he used the other to take out his phone and dial Fiona’s number. She picked up at the second ring. “What?” “I just placed the cameras, boss. Do they work?” he asked, ignoring the arrogance in her tone. There was a bit of silence before she broke it off. “Very good, Dione, very good,” she said, and he grinned. “Can I have the day off then?” he tried to ask but was cut off with more demands. “You didn’t come to America to have sex with everyone putting on a skirt, you fool. Get your ass over here. Now that phase one of the plan is in motion, we need to plan for phase two,” she yelled and ended the call.

There was no way back. Countdown to Global Strike The emergency terminal blazed, displaying the global launch timer: 00:51:15... Just over fifty-one hours... until total destruction. March into Darkness Damien’s dark eyes burned, cold and focused, as he led the charge, sidearm raised, breathing sharp. "We end this... now." Rook staggered behind, weakened but unrelenting, weapon ready, silent but watching. Vanessa secured her rifle, expression sharp, deadly as ever. "Keep moving... or we don’t leave," she snapped.

" I didn't even know how to describe how I felt at that moment. It was something Zac had never made me feel. Growing up in an environment full of power plays and transactions, every favor was returned with a contract. There was never any love like Steven's—unconditional and expecting nothing in return. I tossed and turned all night, not falling asleep until three in the morning. The next day, I slept straight through to the evening, only to be jolted awake by a string of phone calls. It was Megan inviting me to a party. It wasn't until I arrived that I realized it was more of a setup to patch things up.

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3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall. As he stands in front of me, I shudder and gulp, I could feel cold sweats oozing from my skin pores, because the Stephen Brown in front of me now, isn’t the angelic cupid from before, he’s now like an angry mob who had his girlfriend stolen from him. He’s only cupid in front of Lisa, he’s a bouncer to everyone else! “Hey! You are the one who wants to steal Lisa from me. RIGHT?!” Stephen growls.

"Can I come in?" Carson quickly put his phone away. "Sure, Dad." Mr. MacPherson entered, his face serious. "Son, we need to talk about the merger with the Thompsons." Carson nodded, trying to look interested. "What about it?" His father sat down across from him. "Richard Thompson called. He wants to move up the timeline. He's suggesting we announce the merger at your wedding reception." Carson frowned. "Is that... normal?" Mr. MacPherson shrugged. "It's not unheard of. And it would be a good opportunity, with all the important people there."

I stayed up until one in the morning, reading more and more since I've already dug up some dirt about him. Benedict Edward Rose Styles. Twenty-five years old. Fuckingly wealthy. He got a headline the day when the world found out he was the first born of Harry Styles from a one night stand. Mr. Harry Styles used to belong to an insanely famous boyband years ago called One Direction, later he turned to be a ridiculously filthy rich businessman. His mother, Miranda Rose Styles, at first kept him in secret for seven years from Harry and the entire world since she wasn't ready to tell everyone about him. Mrs. Styles was also married to her ex-husband Louis Tomlinson which was Harry Styles' best f

Not in words. Not in language. But in sound. Low and wet. Like stones swallowed by mud. Like something clawing up from the depths below. The circle ignited with a fierce glow. --- Sienna We sprinted to the northern perimeter on foot—no vehicles, no howls. Just eerie silence. Caleb clung to Ronan’s back in wolf form, eyes wide, fingers gripping fur. When we reached the watch post, an unsettling feeling washed over me. The sky wasn’t red.

I almost let myself relax—until dinner was served. Seated around the table, the weight of their gazes fell squarely on me. “So, Kendra,” Mrs. Suzanne began, setting down her glass of wine, “it’s been a tough few weeks, hasn’t it?” I froze for a moment, the rehearsed answers vanishing from my mind. “The media has been relentless,” I replied cautiously. “But we’re managing.” “Relentless might be an understatement,” Mr. Edward said, his sharp tone cutting through the air. “What exactly is going on with all these rumors? You, Anderson Grant, Harper, it’s too much to ignore.”