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she asked, looking around at their surroundings. “Lucifer’s pier.” “Lu-Lucifer?” Manuela’s eyes widened as she turned to Uno, who stared back with a neutral expression before flicking her forehead lightly. “Not the actual devil—just his code name. He’s a business associate; I rent his services for sea export transactions.” Uno explained as Manuela rubbed the spot on her forehead. “W-why are we here? I mean… why did you bring me along?” “We’re heading to his private island—Isla Paraiso. I have business with him, and you’re coming with me.” He took her hand and started walking, leaving her no room to argue.

He grabbed two rain jackets from the trunk of the car once we had arrived at our destination. ‘Sasha…’ I reprimanded as he handed me a purple rain jacket. His eyebrows shot up, his eyes widened and he held up his hands in defence. ‘I borrowed them Malyshka, don’t worry, I have to return them before we leave.’ I took the jacket from him, tying it around my waist. He grabbed my hand and led me towards a magnificent waterfall. We took some photos before he invited me to follow him up a winding path to a cave behind the waterfall, the views were amazing.

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'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."

“I'm not belittling you, young man. I just can't think of any reason why I should be afraid of you. You look like a nice young man and harmless,” His eyes widened as he heard what I said. I took a deep breath and introduced myself. “By the way, my name is Dane Steele, and I am the Alpha King of Lotus Pack. You are here in our territory, Greenwoods Village,” I said, offering my palm for a handshake. The young man looked at me suspiciously, as if he doubted my words. Even though his body is numb with pain, he avoids my hand offer. “D-Don't come near me!”

Amaris As I close the distance, I shift back to my human form, smoothly transitioning from running on four paws to two feet. It’s been less than twelve hours since I first got the feeling that something was wrong, but I still fear at what I’m going to find when I make it to the Range Rover. Climbing up between trees, I wind my way over to the driver’s side and lean down, looking into the window to see if there is any sign of life within the vehicle.

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.

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Marisol was a former high school schoolmate and now the mayor’s secretary on their island. “Thank you,” she replied, taking the phone. She held the phone to her ear and spoke, “Hello, ma'am." Why did you call?” “Did you hear about the recent clash between the military and the NPA in Taason?” Marisol asked. Taason referred to the elevated areas of their island, often rumoured to be a New Peoples Army stronghold. Besides the waters surrounding the island, Caramoan was enveloped by towering, rocky mountains, making it basin-like. The mountains surrounded the central barangays, sloping downwards, with the Hotel de Astin situated on the island's lower edge. It was several kilometers away from the