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the exact man or woman who knowledgeable Chain about her movements and solidified her into the hell she turned into now. Hatred surge via her veins, however she became relieved it changed into him.She became certain he changed into the so-called young grasp. She would make sure to record everything approximately him to Chain, which include the range of instances he breathed and blinked. She might make certain he became dragged to hell; in any other case, her name isn’t Rose Becker

After about twenty minutes, we step out of the bathroom. I slip into the shirt and shorts Festar gave me. The shirt is huge, hanging just above my knees like a dress. The shorts don’t fit at all, so I toss them aside and walk out without them. Festar is by the TV with his back to me. He’s changed too. Shirtless, wearing only loose shorts that hang low on his hips. His body is ridiculous—every muscle defined and stretched tight under his tan skin. He looks like he was built to fight gods. His dark hair is tousled, like someone just dragged their fingers through it.

Stan pulled Calvin from the floor to jog towards the voices of Marcela and Sophy. Hitting Sophy left and right made her lose her step when we had arrived to see Marcela gaining up on her, she had shifted into her human body. Im pretty sure an omega gave a simple dress to Marcela, looking around there weren’t a lot of people here. Sophy pushed Marcela making me look back at them and before she could fall, she did a backflip. Cleaning her bloody mouth, her eyes change into a mental link to all of us. 'Stan, she has our pup! Find our pup, please hurry!’

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

said the old man, walking away and stopping next to Gwen. Fear was evident on Gwen's face. If their plan failed, two of them would be chosen. The old man continued walking, approaching other women until he faced Shane. "That's what I like, smiling at me," he said with a grin to Shane. He's such a pervert! Samantha wanted to strike him. She looked at Shane, who was still smiling at the old man, when she suddenly sprayed him in the eyes. "Arckkkkkk... my eyes!" the old man screamed, clutching his eyes.

“ I was attacked by Double S.” At those words, everyone except Selena gasped, “What the hell? Double S tried to kill you in person?” Dante was surprised, Double S never showed himself to the public. He always wore a mask to conceal his face, and the fact that Marco saw him meant he really wanted to kill Marco this time. Dante turned to look at the Doctor and bowed politely, “Ezekiel would see you out.” Ezekiel wanted to protest, but seeing the look Dante threw at him, he had no other choice than to accept.

His eyes skimmed the dark room which smelt mostly of dust and soon,his eyes landed on a figure. It was a man,chained tightly to a chair,his head was leaned down as though unconcious. Dorian frowned when he smelt his scent. "He's a shifter" He said confused,why was Raphael keeping a shifter hostage. Was he a rogue maybe "He's also a damned soul" Dorian shot his gaze at the man standing beside him as his frown deepened. "How's that possible?" Dorian questioned "I don't know" He replied honestly cause he too was perplexed when he got of this finding.

Then he smiled, bringing his hand to his chin as he began to look at those delicate but firm legs, which revealed the shape of her toned muscles as she held her entire body. It was fascinating to know that the same woman was the weak girl who was easily intimidated. He felt like he wanted to end that confidence with a gesture of his own and make her the brat who killed his friend again. At least he was finding out that at least his friend had had a good time before he died. The dance had ended when he continued to watch her walk towards a table. Arnold, the leader of an allied group, approached him, and he didn't like that. "How kind of Andrei to preserve a treasure from that unfortunate nig

I had never heard this person’s voice before, but my instincts told me that he had to be her ex. “I told you before, Shirley Mills, that what you have is mine. Every part of you and your body, Shirley. You can’t avoid me. I know everything about you. Including your dirty secret.” Shirley gasped. “Leslie Jonas, can’t you just let me live in peace? You have your life and your wife. I have my own life.” “No,” his sharp voice uttered. “So what if you work for Adrian Tank? He’s no more than a lackey working for his boss. And you, I own you, in case you didn’t know.” I heard a sneer.