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"Mommy, why aren't you back to be with me yet?" Tyler's eyes bulged in rage when he saw Calvin. I could guess why—Calvin was like a mini version of me, aside from the fact that he was a boy. Tyler's gaze traveled between Calvin and me. After a long silence, he pointed a trembling finger at me. "How dare you betray me and even give birth to a bastard! Tell me who the father is!" Calvin had inherited Skyler's personality. He didn't really understand what "bastard" meant, but he could tell it wasn't anything nice.

It shattered against an unseen barrier and snapped back into him. He fell to one knee, breathing hard, blood trailing down his chin. “It… it won’t…” His voice cracked with disbelief and anger. “I can’t hurt you.Damn it Isis” he cursed Ivana felt her heart hammering. “Why?” she whispered. “Why are you trying to kill me?” He slowly lifted his head. A mocking smile curled his lips. “Congratulations,” he said coldly. “You are the bride of a god.”

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.

"Listen, you madmen! The Apocalypse is now! You will see what your flesh was hiding! You will find out what is beyond the horizon of the soul! Do you think you can avoid a fair trial?! You will not earn the Kingdom of heaven for any merit other than that of the Supreme Father! You will return to your homes, but you will not be able to claim salvation! Salvation is in God, and God lives in thoughts of him! Sergey Petrovich looked at the patients, orderlies, nurses, and doctors in complete bewilderment as they listened to the madman's sermon with reverence. - Nurse, what's going on here? Why haven't the patients taken the pills yet? "Because it will soon be over, for the cleansing is near," re

“These are Curse Inscriptions. Take them and practice hard. You’ll be immune to the Curse Magic here after you master it. Moreover, you’ll be able to gain tremendous strength with Curse Magic to control the powerhouses in this world.” The Southern Reverend accepted these mysterious inscriptions. He asked, “What are you trying to do after luring so many powerhouses into this strange world?” “You don’t need to know.” The dark silhouette disappeared. Immediately afterward, the black clouds also disappeared, and the powerhouses were released. The Southern Reverend walked over and looked at everyone, asking, “Is everyone alright?” “We’re fine, Southern Reverend.” “The black clouds were bizarre. I

End the erosion creeping through my senses. Forgetting would mean something else entirely. Ethan’s fingers lace with mine, solid and warm, anchoring me in the moment. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t push. He waits. And in that silence, I understand something with chilling clarity: The Reverent isn’t the end. It’s the consequence. Of a system built on control. Of a world that learned to survive by refusing to look at what it had created. Whatever choice I make next won’t just decide Midnight’s fate.

I shook my head again, my cries getting louder. “I won’t leave you. I won’t save myself… but you can.” I looked at her and saw her shocked. “Then let’s find a way to get ourselves out from this hell. Okay?” I nodded and looked around. Trying to find any possible way to get out. But there was none. No windows. Only one door. With a guard on it. I’m losing hope. “I need to get one of you. Who will sacrifice?” a man suddenly went in. We looked at him and he was holding a… gun.

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

He was consumed by a celestial inferno, a long-awaited paradise found. Kevin had waited for her with an insane devotion. Craved her, religiously, insatiably, madly. He had never felt such intense emotions before, never cared about his women or their romantic encounters but even the mere thought of Emma being with another man was enough to drive him insane. He couldn't shake off the images of her with Jimin, the way they smiled together, their subtle touches. "After tonight you'll forget every fucking boy you've ever been with while I claim you mine," Kevin snarled, his voice dripping with venom and possessiveness.