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He grabbed a second submachine gun from the wall rack and checked the chamber with a metallic clack that sounded like a death knell. ​"They’re in the lower tunnels," he growled, his eyes fixed on the security monitors. The screens showed thermal signatures—ghostly white figures emerging from the black water of the grotto. They were moving with military precision, draped in sleek rebreather gear and carrying compact, high-caliber weapons. "The Reapers. The Council’s personal cleanup crew. They don't take prisoners, Leona. They erase mistakes." ​"And we're the biggest mistake they ever made," I said, my voice surprisingly steady as I tightened the grip on the sidearm he’d given me. The adrenal

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

“I have the time right now. Jade is making lunch. So you better get your ass over here before it’s all gone.” Reaper meets me at the door as soon as I get there. Unlike me, Reaper has a very flashy security system. Don’t get me wrong, my system is state of the art, but it’s a little less intrusive. Whereas Reaper’s system requires you to be scanned and checked like you’re in an airport. “Savage.” Reaper greets me with a smug smile. “Reaper, am I allowed in here, or are we going to stare into each other’s dreamy eyes for the rest of the night?” I mutter sarcastically. Reaper chuckles and waves me in. “Come on in.”

I will let nothing bad happen to him. As I am guided to the garage, I flinch when I see the state of Wyatt’s car. I still would love to know how they have access to the garage. This is insane. How do they do this? I know the lights are off. They always mess around with the electricity in the building so the cameras are not working, but fuck… They need to have some smart people working for them. I know the Reaper is not alone; he has either organization; he is the leader obviously. I noticed he always has three people with him and several more surrounding.

he continued closing his eyes. “No, Grip... Don’t close your eyes please,” I begged but he didn’t respond. “Wake up, Grip!” I lightly slapped his cheek multiple times with my bloody hand. “Stay with me...” I wept. “I will let him rest if I were you.” I turned around and saw an unfamiliar guy wearing a silver cloak embroidered with gold on its hem. A glowing halo was above his head. “Please... help him,” I pleaded. “Reapers don’t die. Judging his wounds he will completely heal after a week,” he uttered as if it was nothing.

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

He seemed to be wondering if I would have left had I not seen those love notes etched into the coffin. He never thought about what he might have done wrong. "Find her! I want her found, alive or dead!" Adam's voice boomed like it came from the depths of the underworld. "Send out all the Darkshadow trackers, call on every ship at sea, and offer a reward of 1 billion dollars!" Aaron stood still. "The Luna left with a broken heart. She even wiped away the pack's mark with a potion. That means she'd rather go through the agony of tearing bones than stay connected to you."

The last sensation I felt was the cold hardwood floor pressing against my cheek. The final sound I heard was Silas’s voice, stripped of the love I had adored for ten years. Then came a rhythmic knock that pulled me back to consciousness. Knock. Knock. Knock. “Cassie? Wake up, sunshine! The makeup artist is going to be here in thirty minutes!” My eyes flew open. I shot upright, my hand clutching my chest where the intense pain had just been. But there was no pain.

Jackson just lets out a low warning growl. "Reaper, I am going to let all the disrespect slide this time due to what you and Heath have been through, but I am warning you that you DO NOT want to test me!" Reaper flinches at my Alpha tone, but he doesn't concede, so I let my aura out just a little bit until he finally submits. "Yes, sir, I apologize it will never happen again!" He closes his eyes and when he opens them again his eyes are back to normal. Heath nervously clears his throat. "Uh...sorry Mr. Gleason, normally Reaper is more reasonable."