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Yuck! "Taxi!!" I called out

his voice was almost exhausted. My heartbeat increased—I could almost hear it. It was a moment where I wished I could run or just disappear, but that was impossible now. My body froze as she got closer, my head bowed down a little, trying to escape her scary eyes piercing through me. “Heads up, maid!” Her sharp voice sliced through my panic. I swallowed hard and lifted my head. The moment our eyes met, she was in shock. Her eyes went wide open like she was in shock. For a split second, she looked like she had seen a ghost.

Sienna suspired, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped back into the sofa. “I don’t think you realize, Sienna, that our friend, the one who had her heart broken years ago and has refused to even entertain the idea of dating anyone, has fucked a dangerous and, not to mention, incredibly fucking hot criminal. It’s exciting!” Disregarding the disgusting grimace plastered on Sienna’s face, Anja turned her full attention back to Zoe. “Come on, give me all the deets. How big was it?” “You’re actually disgusting, Anja,” Sienna snapped. “This whole conversation is gross. He kills people. Am I the only one who recognizes how fucked up this is?”

Scar asked in a cold tone. “Oh you look horrible ,you look like you've been hit by a truck,are you fine” Cindy asked with mock concern. “I'm alive cut the chase,what brought you here” Scar asked. “Seriously I just came to check on my bestfriend who was absent from work” She said in exaggerated care,as her smile widened,as she blinked her eyes. “Go straight to the point” Scar said sternly, obviously annoyed at the whole act. “Oh,I came to give you this”

"Daisy, come on, tell daddy how he can help. I promise I'll make it better." "Daddy, new mommy's puppy got hurt. New mommy was hurt bad. There was lots of blood right here." She points to where my faded Mate Mark is. It must have been a nightmare. I'll have to talk to Jorden and Shay to see if they watched something scary on TV. "Daddy, new mommy almost left us like old mommy." I can tell whatever nightmare they had, they seem to have experienced it together, and it was more than they could explain.

He groaned inaudibly. " So... Will you help me?" Thoma stared at Scarlett, a frown on his face. " I'm not doing this for you." He stated before furrowing his brows in thought. " What is it you want me to do?" He asked. Scarlett let out a sigh, smiling for the first time since she stepped foot into that house. " I want you to to create a scandal. One so big, neither of them will be able to get out without my help." She replied.

"Who says I thought about anything? Maybe I'm into p**n." "In that case, you can share your favorite videos." I blush slightly at the thought of him seeing the p**n I'm into. "Okay, thoughts it is. And if you don't?" "I'll tell you what I thought about." Based on the way he's looking at me right now, I'm pretty sure I know. God, is it sick that I like it? I mean, it's inappropriate and crazy, sure. But Scar's hot as hell, even if he is like ten years older than me and not my type at all.

His muscular wolf frame oozes out power, his gray hair and scars that adorn his face and body, are a testament to the battles he has fought and won. His presence alone fills me with a primal fear, as if I have stumbled upon a predator in the midst of its hunt. As he closes the distance between us, each step knowing and resolute, my body freezes in place. The fear that courses through my veins paralyzes me, making me incapable of rational thought. I can feel the tremors coursing through my limbs, my muscles betraying me in the face of this scary person.

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

I stayed silent, contemplating whether I should response that with an another sarcasm note. I heard some shuffles from her bed before the side of my bed dug a bit. "You're here." I sighed. "Well, surprise." She faked her enthusiasm. "Anyways, what is it that you're so scared of? You're not even sleeping when we need to take the littlest sleep to get back on catching Xavier the body swapper." She stated, fisting her hand and going all heroic talk. Had she been watching something weird? What's up with the new gestures and tones?