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CHAPTER 8 "TODAY, we have reached level three of our Suicide Cup Event. Your points will determine if you are going to stay... or be eliminated. Good luck, contenders! The Domina will show you the score board later. Relax and be prepared." Just like that, the speaker went off. I put my bottle of water down and sat on the bench. Eula isn't here which is very odd. She didn't send me a text nor did she visit my house. I wonder where that witch went. She just have to make sure that it's important or else I'm gonna skin her alive.

Tata teased, sitting up on her elbow as she stared at an agitated Adonis. “Fifty? Sixty? How dare you Tatiana Reynold! I will have you know, no one can ever look this good at twenty five.” Tatiana rolled her eyes dramatically and shrugged “Oh please, have you seen Timothy Chalamet? He looks better than you’d ever think looking.” She says and I just know Adonis is going to blow off. “Okay guys, I’m the sick one here. Take care of me.” I pushed the tray towards Tata who is now staring at me like I’ve grown five heads.

Alpheus said surrendering to the darkness that gripped him, and closed his eyes, unwilling to meet anyone In the woods where it was getting dark, Selina was walking quietly, gathering some weeds She stood at a violet plant, and smiled softly “Ironic of fate, have you become so weak as to attack from behind?” She was quickly jumping in the sky, before landing on a tree trunk, looking at the shadow that was following her, she jumped again, but was surprised by a shadow behind her. Arrows of light shot out, destroying both of them in an instant, standing on the tallest tree in the area "Oh absurdity" She smiled sideways, before changing her shape into another woman, with huge wings and royal cl

*********************** ~AT A CLUB~ A man in his early thirties, dressed in a black suit sat in the VIP section and watched tiredly as the pole dancers tried their best to entertain him. He puffed out the smoke he had inhaled from the cigarette he was holding. The door was suddenly open and a man walked in. "Boss." He greeted with a bow. "Get out!" He ordered and all the strippers left the room immediately. "Where you able to find anything Leo?" The man asked Leo as he puffed out another line of smoke. "Yes sir." He placed a file on the table. The man opened it and read it's contents. "Her name is Selina Cortez. She twenty four years old orphan. There's nothing really interesting about her.

He had a plate of eight fingers on it that was settled on his growing stomach and said, “You look well.” Eden rolled his eyes and spat out a bone. He dug out of his teeth and said, “I am so fucking tired of eating.” Cael nodded apathetically and looked over at the other two who were drinking blood from wine glasses and dressed in the finest nightgowns, smirking he greeted, “Evening ladies.” “Come join us. You may not drink blood, but there is a box of chocolates here,” Lilith said with a smile on her face. Cael nodded and walked over. He sat down on the chair beside Winter and looked at the naked headless woman, who was lying on the table with a silver knife that had a blue crystal encrusted

i never felt fear but from yesterday after the encounter with that hulk it seemed as if his dark aura settled around me trying to scare me everytime . His eyes are on her every move , Just correct time amore and you will be with me ~ The Sinner

Sienna: The mist curled around my ankles like shackles as I charged through the chaos, my claws slicing another creature across the throat. It fell apart in a hiss of smoke. Everything seemed to crumble under its weight and it was as if the world itself was now calling for help, and yet no one came to aid it. Well, not yet. We were here and we were going to destroy her. That was the goal. Stop at nothing until she's gone. Tatiana. Marissa.

Intimate. And from the flames stepped a woman draped in shadowed silk, eyes burning red-gold. Selena’s breath hitched. Because she was looking at herself. Not a twisted mimic. Not a shadowborn echo. But her—untouched by guilt. Unscarred by loss. A version that never broke. Selena stared, heart thundering like a war drum, unable to look away. The woman before her radiated control, every movement deliberate, every breath a quiet declaration of dominance.