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SCARLETT “… NATHANIEL! …” I sit up as I scream his name, my breathing erratic, body covered in sweat, tears streaming down my cheeks as shock and fear still runs strong through me. Before I even get a chance to get myself back under control, my body goes ridged, my back arches, my head tilts back, and another scream is forced from my lips… VISION - THIRD PERSON

Scar replies. "Is that a yes?" Steele asks. "Yes." Scar replies. Steele picks her up and kisses her hard. Half the group hollers "Finally!" The rest holler, "woohoo". "Now take me to bed and fuck me!" Scar laughs. Half the brothers yell "ewww my ears" as Scar is like a sister to them. Steele throws her over his shoulder and spanks her butt. "Oh babe, you know what I like!" Scar laughs. The brothers groan as they leave.

Saoirse’s POV The scream tore from my throat before I even realized it, raw and guttural, echoing through the night. Grandma Maeve lay on the forest floor, blood pooling beneath her white robes, her unsettling smile an eerie contrast to the horror unraveling before my eyes. I couldn’t look away. Every fiber of me screamed to run to her, but at the same time, my gaze darted to Vlad. His form was already faltering. My children—Aksel and Liv—stood with arms outstretched, their energy concentrated into a blinding beam of pure light that pierced through Vlad’s back and chest. He staggered, dark smoke pouring from his wounds. His shrieks clawed at the night air.

I was hit instantly in the chest at the sight of Skylar's round teary eyes fixed on the television screen with a hand clasped over her mouth, shaking her head. The television cut to a crowd of crying women and men, probably the victims’ family, briefly before it returned to the newsroom, the newscaster's emotionless face filling the screen as she wrapped up the news. “No,” Skylar yelled, tears streaming down her face. “No. This can't be happening,” Instinctively, I reached for her, but she backed away. Her teary eyes met mine. “What’s going on? I don't understand… How can Ana and the women be missing and the others dead? How did that happen?”

That was just professional ethics. The Slit-Mouthed Woman froze, clearly caught off guard by my response. Her smile disappeared, and she sank into the chair with a heavy thud. "Forget it. I might as well try anything at this point. Go ahead and do my makeup. The goal isn't beauty—it has to be eerie and scary. Viewers love watching players lose it."

I knew I needed to act fast, or else it might be Jack that I might end up losing, and I can never live without him, so I did the first thing that came into my mind, I rushed back to the room and brought out my phone and then I shouted I was going to record everything so that the world can see the abuse, it was only then did Adrien stop and then turn his gaze back at me Jack fell unto the floor, bleeding from his lips and I felt tears flowing down my cheeks “Jack” I called out and wanted to rush up to him, but Adrien with full force came up to me, and tried to grab the phone from my hand I panicked and the phone falls from my hand, and his direction immediately changes from me, and he tries t

"You knew that it was the truth, and yet, you still went into the family group chat and accused me of being unfaithful to you! You slandered me and smeared my name so that everyone would target me and attack me for it! "Just admit it, Johann Garner! You never loved me! You're just addicted to the twisted pleasure of controlling my life and watching me fall to ruin because of you!" I spilled the truth blatantly in public. Johann began to panic. He took out his phone in a fluster and shoved it under my nose. "E-Even if you hated me, you can't possibly abandon your old and ailing parents, can you?" I just glanced briefly at the screen and saw Mom and Dad on the screen, crying and sobbing while

I say. I ignore the sharp, mental growl Sombra sends my way. Luciano looks from the husky on the rug to me and back again. He shrugs and clicks the power button. He finds the right channel just as a drama returns from a commercial break. Sombra usually avoids the talk shows, but she will sit through any of the scripted teen romances. Luciano stares at the screen. On the monitor, a male actor begins to shift. It is a messy, CGI transition. Fabric rips apart and the sound of snapping bone fills the quiet living room. It looks painful and jagged.

"Scream for me, Elodie. Let them hear you in the city." She did. She screamed until her throat was raw, the sound echoing off the salt walls, bouncing back at them. The climax hit her like a secondary explosion—a white-hot wave that made her vision splinter. Victor let out a guttural roar, his body tensing, his weight collapsing onto her as he filled her with his heat.