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jason asked, Zaymor stretched his arms as the mist cleared, in its place were dead creatures with blades, "They will" he said as they attacked, Everything slowed again, jason could feel the vibrations of their feet on the earth, he attacked the first zombie, cleaving off its head to ascertain the truth about the part where one cut their heads off, it fell to the floor and became dust, "Head it is " he thought as he parried a strike by another and kicked it back into the group, Sorrena was holding her ground well, there was something in her claws that shone blue and allowed a slash to any part of their bodies making them dissolve to dust,

If so then could he at least share some to his fucking ride at least? ‘AHHHH!!!! My entire body feels like it's tingling! The boss can’t keep up!!’ Dina complained internally, she felt like her body was being flooded by various sensations all at once, her nervous system was being messed up really bad and she wasn’t feeling good at all. “Boss?” Zero questioned, he had determined his best to better his relationship with his host, not that he was curious or anything. T/N: Zero being tsundere~ [‘B-baka!! Not that I want to know about you or anything… hmph’]

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

One simple, yet stupid, annoying rule: no touching. ​She'd made it abundantly clear from the moment we met that skin-to-skin contact was off-limits. And I, Lucian Hawthorne, went and threw that out of the fucking window the moment she looked at me as if I was worth even a speck of her kindness. I wasn't. ​And to top it all off, I got hard. ​Got fucking hard for a human of all things. Feeling her soft-as-silk skin brush mine, even for that all too short moment, made me harder than ever before.

I hate it when people gave me that pitiful look. To my greatest surprise,I looked back at him and I realized he was the boss of one of the deadliest mafia gangs in Italy. The Silicon's so as they call themselves. Infact,he was the most feared and scary of them all. He pities no one and kills anyone who crosses path with him. He is Antonio Lorenzo. Antonio is standing right before me,staring right into my soul and I'm here lying like a vegetable on the bed. "What do you want from me boss? I haven't done anything to you. I haven't crossed your path boss." I begged even before death came knocking on my door.

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

Maya's arms burned by the time they reached the bottom. Level three. The core. Here the facility felt different. Not abandoned maintenance tunnels but active workspace. Lights were brighter. Air smelled of chemicals and electronics. Voices echoed from distant corridors. Dr. Vance listened carefully. "Early morning shift change. Skeleton crew until 08:00. We have maybe ninety minutes before facility fills with people." They moved through corridors, passing darkened laboratories. Through windows, Maya glimpsed equipment she couldn't identify. Quantum computers. Climate sensors. Atmospheric processors. Technology beyond anything she'd seen.

I was the clown in his circus show. He did not go to the cemetery. He was in Lutecia, going through luxury stores with Yvonne. "I don't need to stalk you to find that out!" I sneered and shoved the phone in his face. The photo showed him with an arm around Yvonne's back as they shared a deep, loving kiss. They were so in love, it was an eyesore to me. The moment he saw the photo, all the color drained from his face. Then, he snatched the phone out of my hand and smashed it against the ground.

Anonymous gossip accounts. A clip of Sophia practicing tears before entering Julian’s office. Then another file opened. The dockside explosion. The footage was grainy, but clear enough to show Sophia opening the restricted gate she had sworn she never touched. My chest tightened, though I no longer had a body that could hurt. So that was why I had died in the first place. So that was why I had been dragged into this world. Dante’s face turned gray. Julian gripped the table. Adrian stepped back as if the floor had shifted beneath him.

In my seven years of my marriage with the Regent, I had risked my life bearing him five children. Every single one had died. My husband grieved so deeply that he collapsed. He knelt for three days and nights before the chapel in the bitter cold, praying for my well-being. He even spent a fortune to build a memorial tower in my honor. Everyone said the Regent loved his wife more than life itself. But the System's childbearing progress remained stuck at 90%. Then came All Hallows' Eve. I walked to the river alone to float a memorial candle for my fifth child, who had only just passed. What I found instead were four children carrying turnip lanterns, gathered around my half-sister, tugging