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she voiced. "It's just a name and a website?" Frederick asked with a frown as he eyed her suspiciously. "Yes," she replied. "I tried to find out more, something like a location or other things, but I wasn't about to get it. I only knew their name was Sinful, an expert on a secret website. Even Mark hasn't met them." Frederick's brows knitted together as he studied the note in his hands. "Sinful," he murmured, rolling the name over his tongue. "And this website... it’s not indexed anywhere, is it?"

I shook my head, how do they manage being only three in a gang? “The most interesting part is that they are sisters, they have matching snake tattoos, they didn't come up with a name, the prisoners named them viper, because of how venomous they are, if you know how dangerous these ladies are you won't offend them, no one in their right senses would even match the ground they pass with their eyes on you, people shudder only looking at them, they are so mean, they hardly speak to anyone, they don't smile, talk or even laugh, no one messes with them, they are psychopaths and sadists,”

The atmosphere was electric, charged with the gravity of the impending confrontation with Satan. As Asmo finished his briefing, the silence was shattered by the sudden inquiry from the lady under Satan's control. Her voice echoed off the cold, metallic surfaces, carrying a sense of impending doom. The tension in the room thickened as she accused Asmo of underestimating the all-powerful Saturn, a name used by the criminal underworld to refer to Satan. As the realization dawned that she was under Satan's influence, a palpable sense of dread settled over the assembled assassins.

Freya almost threw the envelope away. It was sitting on her desk when she came back from the printer, black and thick, no stamp, no name. Just her first initial written in sharp black ink. She turned it over twice before she opened it. Inside was a single card. An address. A time. One line underneath: *Wear the mask. Don’t use your real name.*

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.”

They'd settle their fight after their boss is fine. Silas swallowed nothing when she called his full name too. “Sir Gerard gave his order. Make sure what happened to boss isn't known to the workers for the time being,most especially the *SHADOW NIGHTMARES*” SHADOW NIGHTMARES is the name of naomi's dark fan base. Crazy,toxic, insane, psychopaths with zero tolerance for rubbish. They attack who's against NAOMI,they respect her works and they are the ones she lives for after her mother and daughter.

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

“Her daughter happens to be friends with the best friend of the mate of the Beta of the Sinister Smile Pack.” “Sinister Smile Pack? Are they some kind of idiots trying to be villains? That sounds like some idiot named it,” Aurora remarked. “You named yours Lala Land. Are you some kind of fairy godmother trying to bring balance to the kids of the world? That sounds like the name of an amusement park,” Sadie retorted. “Touché.” “Sinister Pack is the twin pack of the Blood Moon Pack, though, and it’s ruled by the same Alpha.” “Why didn’t they just combine the two packs if they have the same leaders?” Aurora asked, but Sadie only shrugged.

I wanted to understand. He took a deep breath. “My name… is Kieran,” he said. “Kieran Thorne.” I froze. Just his name hit me like a punch. It sounded human. Normal. But everything about him said it wasn’t. “My pack,” he said, “my people… they are divided. Destroyed. I was supposed to lead them. I am their alpha by right.” “You… were poisoned,” I said slowly. The wounds. The blood. The fever. “Is that why you were on the street?”

and the way those four words had hit me in a place I thought I'd sealed shut. She didn't know who I was. Not really. I had given her my middle name, which I always did when I went out. Vincent. It kept things simple. It kept the gold diggers and the socialites and the tabloid reporters at a safe distance. But Lara hadn't asked about my money, my job, or my name. She had asked me what made me laugh, and when I couldn't answer right away, she had looked at me with those olive-green eyes and said, "That's sad, Vincent. Everyone should know what makes them laugh."