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He searched for any-any single clue that can prove that Professor Sapphire (the old shit) is the real suspect. The old shelves of myth books, bocote wood's smell, it's fragrance is quite good but by the time the shelves seem too dark... These books are about the legend-the king, who conquered the world alone. The cover of these old books is still too hard, it's ragged from some sides and it's edges are faded, the title of this book is pretty interesting... "Kneel before I kill." When he was trying to look around his table, VC came in and asked, "You're not satisfied yet officer, aren't you?" 'I don't want any interruption by you old shit, don't try to mess up my investigation!' He said it ou

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

Mindy hurried excitedly to answer it, and three dubious-looking men in shabby costumes walked through the door. The moment I saw their leader, a man with a large mole on his face, the blood in my veins went cold, and my fingernails dug deeply into my palms. It was them! In my past life, these three "exorcists" took Mindy's money and struck me to death with a so-called holy scepter drenched in dog's blood! Suppressing the murderous rage surging inside me, I lowered my head obediently and stepped aside. The fake exorcists entered the bedroom and theatrically circled Sam's bed, before a mole-faced man slapped his thigh dramatically.

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

“I thought watching him suffer would heal something inside me.” My fingers curled slowly against my sleeves. “But it doesn’t.” Because no amount of suffering could erase: thirty-six dead children, seven years of manipulation, the terror of dying by his hands, or the way he left me trapped inside that fire. Nothing could undo that. Kaelen looked at me quietly for a long moment. Then slowly, his hand brushed against mine, warm and steady. And somehow that comforted me more than words could. Behind us, I heard glass shatter suddenly.

And not just that, he'd made someone plant drugs in my room to prove that I was really mentally unstable. A year later, I squinted as the blinding lights of the morning sun hit my face the moment as I slowly stepped through the heavy doors of the mental health unit, clutching the small plastic bag that contained my clothes, looking for him. My mate, My husband. My Alpha. Kirk. I soon spotted his tall figure, leaning against the black SUV with arms crossed over his perfectly sculpted chest. Tall, disgustingly handsome. He looked perfect, but he was a demon set loose from hell in the skin of an Alpha.

Axel asked. “I told him I would come for him, and if he doesn’t want to end up like my brother did, he better see reason.” Killian had been gone five years now. His death had been shrouded in mystery. He’d gotten involved in the banking sector, not the banking system most people knew, but the corrupt one that no one knew about. Full of fraud, corruption, and scandal. The kind of shit that made major banks fail. I wasn’t sure what he’d done to get a hit put on him, but he’d obviously pissed off the wrong person. I didn’t have any leads and didn’t uncover any once I had the power of the Skull Kings in my grasp, so I’d gone to the Brotherhood directly. Most people wouldn’t challenge a group of

PROLOGUE-THE IMPRINT Aria | Age Five I was five years old when I decided he belonged to me. No one noticed. Not my father, standing too still under a black umbrella. Not the people arranged in careful silence around the grave. Not the priest. Not the rain. Not him. Especially not him. Adrian Keller stood apart from the crowd the way he stood apart from everything — not deliberately, not performatively, just naturally, the way a fixed point exists in a room that everything else organizes around.

Then, I flagged down a taxi and got in. "Take me to Sincero Law Firm." I was received by a middle-aged female lawyer, Judith Becker. She was sharp, efficient, and had a piercing gaze. I laid out all the facts concisely and clearly. "Mr. Miller, I believe I have a good understanding of the situation now," she said.

"You found the library." Zade's voice. Of course. "Yes," I said, still not looking up. "I found it." "Finding everything you need?" "Yes." Silence. I could feel him standing there, watching me. Could feel the weight of his gaze. "What are you reading?" he asked. "A book." "I can see that. What book?" I finally looked up, holding up the cover so he could see. "Murder mystery. Detective thriller. Nothing interesting." His eyes scanned the cover, then moved to my face. "You like mysteries?"