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Seven laughed maniacally as he charged at Frederick, seemingly ready to go down together with him. Frederick floated in the sky, calmly watching him. Splash! A drop of water landed on Seven’s head. Three’s movement suddenly stopped. That drop of water had turned into the sharpest weapon on earth, piercing right through Seven’s entire body. The droplets began to fall faster, and a hysterical scream echoed in the darkness. Three finally broke down under the overwhelming pressure. He howled like a madman, but went silent the next moment. Frederick had snapped his neck.

Seven did not answer. “You kissed under the moon. Waxing. Full. Waning.” Suddenly, Seven gasps. Her grip on my hand tightens. “I see blood being spilled. Help them. A betrayal. Trust no one. An enemy must be defeated. I see death.” Seven slumps forward onto the table. She appears to have lost consciousness. I attempt to rouse her. “Seven? Wake up.” What the hell just happened? Seven groans and stirs. When she opens her eyes, they have returned to normal.

After being locked in the basement for a day as punishment, he was sent for psychological treatment. During that time, Alan and Margot found out that Henry had been selling my private photos for money. He then used that money to buy favors from his classmates. It was no wonder he had managed to win over the classmates I had known for three years so quickly. It had all been bought. The day before the SAT, after attending the pre-exam rally, I found Alan, Margot, and Leon waiting outside my apartment. They smiled at me, as if doing so could erase everything that had happened.

My vision blurred with tears. "Shit!" He grunted. "I can't get enough of this wet pussy. Fuck you." He moaned, throwing his head back. I gritted my teeth together. He suddenly pulled out and flipped me over in a way my ass was in the air and I was resting my head on the pillow. He gripped my ass cheeks and latched his mouth on it. After that, he spanked me three times and it hurts terribly. He banged into me again and this time around it was much worse. He massaged my clit and fucked me from behind.

"If you want me to take it off, just say it. Why did you have to do this?" I looked down and kicked her with the tip of my shoe. "You're wearing my wedding dress without my permission, and you have the nerve to talk back?" She dropped her head and started to sob. Footsteps echoed as Rory stormed into the room, shoving me aside and pulling Sienna into his arms. I stumbled, instinctively reaching out to steady myself on the nearby vanity.

Even destined mates couldn't escape the seven-year itch. The love I'd held with such certainty—its collapse only took an instant.

Bryan’s gaze swept over my body with a bone-chilling coldness. “We haven’t met in so long. Aren’t you… going to say hello?” I looked at him, and my lips parted slightly. A thousand words gathered on my tongue, yet what came out was something else. “Bryan, please lend me another $300,000.” Bryan was stunned for a moment. A hint of anger lit up his cold eyes. He grabbed my hand. “We haven’t met for seven years, and this is all you have to say to me?”

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

No matter how strong he is, tonight was the day he would breathe his last! "I don't know what you heard about me, but I'll break your bones," Seven snarled. I watched as Seven rolled up his sleeves. Afterward, he raised his chin and beckoned at me with two fingers. I scoffed. Did this idiot really think I was going to sweat it by exchanging blows with him? Humoring him, I rolled up my sleeves too and raised my fists as if I was ready to fight. Seven waited for me to throw the first punch, and when I didn't, he lunged at me.