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He asserted in resentment. Meanwhile, at the Palace. Prince Gohan stood before the cursed woman and as their stares met, he simply smirks. "We have agreed on this, Constance. I want Terra to fall in love with me, and I need you to seal that love potion and bring it to me." The prince asserted and the woman merely tapped his shoulder as she leans on onto the wall.

Asty prepared her sword confidently and complacently on her side and opened her eyes. "How do you like my new art?" he asked her while caressing his chin and scrutinizing Chaol's torn body. "I call it 'Chaol on Stick!' Ahahahahahaha!" Asty frisked closer and her feet stopped. "Your art," she parts her lips. "Could've been better you didn't add red in it." "Oh?" Polo cackled. "What are you? A retired art teacher?" "An audience." she briefly told him. "An audience you never satisfied."

“Want to tell me why you think it is enough for me to have two when you are on your fifth scotch glass?” “Because I said so, baby girl. I don’t want you getting drunk to the point where things grew messed up, and these men are not ones to mess with.” Arturo said, and I nodded, choosing not to argue. The fact that I could tell that he, or more specifically, his wolf was growing protective was not a lie. Though I did try to keep the topic to myself, the man was making it obvious to a blind man that he didn’t want anyone looking at me.

Adrian said and grabbed Celesta. “Why would…” “We don’t have anything to say,” I said, interrupting him. “Archer” Hola called and held my hand. “Hola, I already let you know my…” I didn’t complete my statement when Adrian coughed, he did that to stop me so that Celesta wouldn’t find out Hola was not from our pack. I removed my hand slowly from Hola and moved back a little bit.

AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP "to kill or to save: choose your purpose" Written by: Chavinsky Y.E