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I unlocked the door, kicked it closed with a hip, and dropped the mystery gift on my kitchen table beside a half-eaten sandwich and a week’s worth of wine glasses. Unwrapping it felt ceremonial. The bow slipped free, the lid came off, and nestled in black velvet was a doll. No. Not a doll. A...thing. She was about eighteen inches tall, dressed in a Victorian-style dress with tiny pearl buttons. Porcelain skin, the kind that shimmered faintly when I tilted it under the light. And the eyes— oh god. The eyes. Glass, sure. But too deep and too focused. They were the color of old blood, ringed in hazel. Fixed forward, yet I swore they tracked me. When I tilted the doll slightly, those glossy iris

NARRATIVE POV Courtney looked behind her and shook her head at Brea's question. “Oliver, or should I say, the monster inside of Oliver, is not Vengeance, but brutality. The murders are completely different. Dark Sister collects only those who are tainted and have committed unforgivable crimes against innocent wolves, typically females whose mates have wronged them. Oliver’s monster is killing for the pleasure of it. There is a huge difference between your two male friends and the two females. Like with this body, your two other male friends were found with cryptic messages written by them and their organs removed. That is textbook documentation of Dark Sister.”

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

Soft warm lights illuminated the enormous room beautifully while the sound of ocean waves crashing outside created a peaceful atmosphere. Everything smelled expensive. Fresh wood. Wine. Masculine cologne. Sebastian. I swallowed hard again. Why did he have to look like that? I had seen attractive men before. Stephen was attractive. But Sebastian Blackwood was different. There was something dangerous about him. The way he carried himself. The confidence. The power in his eyes. He looked like the kind of man who could destroy someone completely without even trying. And somehow… That made him even more attractive. “You’re staring.”

Sistela retorted. "Bro, let me see, " Yana excitedly said. But her voice was low. Cough! Cough! "Sure," he took Sistela out of his pocket and gave it to his sister. "She's a little mean, so don't mind her personality." He reminded her sister. "A female deity? How rare, " Miss Pai said. "Eh? Miss Pai?" He asked. "Female deities have higher luck in alchemy." Miss Pai said.

That was when I noticed the low blue glow coming from the living room. The television was off. The light was coming from a laptop open on the coffee table. I should have turned around and gone back upstairs. Instead I walked closer. Daniel was on the couch in just a pair of dark shorts. The laptop screen faced him. I couldn’t see the video clearly from the doorway, but I could hear it—soft, wet sounds and a woman’s low moaning. His right hand was inside his shorts, moving in a slow, tight rhythm. His head was tipped back against the cushion, eyes half-closed, jaw tight.

“They were so tensed– I was afraid they could even faint.” “And who are we talking about here?” Isla asked, finally exposing her confusion. “You’ve been grumbling for a while now but have not mentioned any names. You should come clear for me to understand what you're talking about.” Isla hinted. The were still on it when Jade joined them. “What are you girls talking about?” He questioned. “Well, it’s Phidel. ” Isla began. “She said she saw two girls who looked shocked seeing her.” “Not only shocked,” Phidel chipped in. “They looked like they would faint. I don't know if it's just me but I think they were weird – like they had seen a ghost.” She concluded. With this said, Isla and Jade exchan

He feared there was a similar look in Hades's eyes as well. "I have no fear of monsters." Doll spoke in his most sultry voice, quelling his dear one's fear and enticing his Innehavre to action. "Give me all of you. I want it. I want your worst." And it was absolutely true. But then Doll was falling away, the sand taking him away. No, not the sand. The other thing. The nameless no-fur.

Brianna helped Selene with cleaning the table. IMPERIAL INC "Why are you behind that little girl? You can have hot ladies. Come with me I will introduce you to some of them." Christopher winked at Satan. "If I was interested in those silicon dolls I would have them easily. They are not my type." Satan swirled the wine glass in his hand and took sips. If any woman saw him like this she would shamelessly kiss his thin lips which now had a faint smell of alcohol. "So, what's in that little chick?" Christopher was confused about his friends' likeness.

At this time, the other person had entered the store, standing in front of a glass case full of porcelain dolls. Oralie followed her and saw that what Selina was staring at was a very beautiful doll. The doll has bright red lips, just like this vampire's red lips. The doll has long, straight brown hair, and her eyes are adorned with green, which is a bright color, but this bright color gives it an extremely cold look. The combination of arrogance and nobility emanating from it was beautiful. The more delicately crafted clothes that brought out that pretentiousness, the more nobility emanated from them.