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Meanwhile Tobi had gone to tell The Scourge about her presence. The rebels started leaving out of defeat. "I guess they gave up, '' Carla smiled as she hugged Lucas tightly. She felt Lucas's body get tensed so she followed his gaze and saw the Scourge, on a black cloak coming with all aggression and authority. She quickly activated her powers. He built up a fire blast which she blocked with her hand. The Scourge moved faster than her and hit her continuously until she was weak. He then looked at this stranger who had the mark of the Madrigal's lineage which is not possible except he was an imposter.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 24✨ . . 🔞🔞The scene below is rated. So if you hate it, don't read it. Just skip it🔞🔞 . 🌹Natasha🌹

Dad on my defense but I'm so stunned by Emily's accusations. Chapter two please don't forget to vote and comment and if possible share with your friends

Suddenly a mischievous idea came to mind,I grinned taking out the fake robot chrockroaches I made, how about a little prank. I tiptoed to Stacey's room opening the door gently I peeped in to see if she was awake. After making sure she was asleep, I stepped into the room, i gently walked closer to her bed,, lifted her shirt and dropped the chrockroach on her back then left the room. I did the same to Erick and Jace before turning on the robots with the little remote in my hand The chrockroaches began crawling all over their bodies while they woke with a start, they started screaming trying to get the fake bugs of their bodies while I rolled in laughter

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

Then—screech. A shrill noise of skidding tires. I turned my head. An unkempt black SUV surged backward from its position, shaking like a beast in chaotic fury. The driver's head sagged agonizingly against the rolled-down window, a half-empty bottle glimmering in his impotent hand. I could feel my blood freeze. He is drunk. The headlights lit my way as they appraised me; the SUV roared backward, too fast, too close. I was frozen to the spot, fear cementing my feet to the ground.

mercenaries, numerous and well-equipped, attempting to completely suppress Victor and his men with heavy machine gun fire. “Damn it! Victor! You madman!” “Old Scar”—the burly captain with a face full of scars—was hiding behind a crane, roaring madly through a megaphone, “For a ‘dead man’! Is it fucking worth it?! The Council’s ‘immortality’! That’s ‘immortality’!” “Fuck your ‘immortality’!” Victor, half his body stained with blood, changed to a new magazine and fired wildly, “All I know is… debts must be repaid! It’s a matter of course!”

She then glared at me with an accusing stare and said, "Jasper! She ruined the device! She ruined it!" Jasper panicked and immediately shoved me aside. I fell to the ground and blood began pouring from my scraped palms. After checking the device, Jasper then glared angrily at me and said, "Arianne! I told you that you couldn't do it! Who told you that you could? Look at what you've done! We don't have anything left now! "How are we supposed to explain to the base camp now? I guess none of us will ever be returning!" I looked at Avery. I hadn't even touched the device earlier. She just grinned smugly and victoriously at me.

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.