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“I have not forgotten the insults that you had thrown at me, Violet!” “And I haven’t forgotten about the humiliation that Jayden had to face because of Dane,” Martha sneered. “It’s not just her, but you have pissed three of us.” I couldn’t help but feel sad for Martha. “Martha, I pity you. You’ve got embroiled in a war that isn’t even yours. There’s still time. Back away.” “Fuck you!” Martha growled. “I hate you so much, you won’t ever know!” Saying that, she placed her finger on the trigger.

She held her chin up and shook her head firmly. "No," She voiced out while staring directly at Sloth. Sloth shrugged his shoulders and yawned. He turned his back and stretched his muscles before walking away. He looked up and then looked back at Mara. An evil smirk crept on his lips. Mara readied herself and covered her whole body with anti-demon barrier. So when Sloth disappeared and joined the clash, Mara ran towards the gigantic gates. "What on Earth are you planning to do?" Damien yelled in frustration and then pulled his hair.

He’d had protection in prison after he was nearly beaten to death in his own cell. “Wrath?” Jake lifted his head, forcing away the memories that would always haunt him. “Yeah.” “I’m K-9, Road Captain. Welcome to the Road Warriors,” he said, and extended his hand. Jake shook his hand and followed him inside the clubhouse. It was airy and light, large windows opened the space and on the left side, the bar extended across the whole wall. Two men were seated at a booth with cups of coffee in front of them. “Bandit, Wrath’s here,” K-9 said.

Mary said, drawing back from his outstretched hand. Martha giggled and came closer to him. "Hi! I'm Martha, but my friends call me Marti." She said shaking his hand. Mary scrunched her nose and looked at her sister like she was crazy. "Oh! You actually have bacon grease all over your chin." Martha squealed as she tugged at his chin.

Aiden said. " Martha you're up." Lauren said as Martha walked forward. " Riley out." Lauren ordered. I dumbly walked out as Martha turned to look at me with her weird stares. She's too strange. She made a fist and smirked at me. " Let's see your inner strengths. Riley you've been challenged to fight Martha." Lauren ordered. Martha proceeded to punch me and I ducked, shielding her blow with my arm. She punch me on the face and my nose ooze out blood.

Marcel: The moment I stepped into that chamber, the world narrowed. And everything in me seemed to stop completely. Smoke clung to my skin. Blood dried stiff across my hands. But none of it mattered. I saw my mother first. Stabbed, holding herself upright as she tried to fight something that I knew she didn’t want to admit. And then I saw Lia. Bent forward, water at her feet, her face pale with effort as another contraction tore through her.

The two stared at each other for a good amount of time. *** Meanwhile, Martha smiled as she adjusted the little top she was wearing which showed her toned belly, the min skirt reaching mid thigh high exposed her slender legs and the stilettos she was wearing made her look exceptionally beautiful Getting her phone she held it up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The bruises were fading although makeup did little to hide them. That stupid girl had the guts to disfigure her face but keeping that aside she smiled warmly and cleared her throat beforehand scanning herself well to make sure she was looking presentable

“As you know, I am the assistant of the Beta, Zaria North. I figured you would need an assistant so I brought my sister. Her name is Martha, please accept her. She's going to help you with whatever that you need.” “Martha, huh?” I said, looking at the pale girl from the top to the bottom. She had icy blue eyes, blonde hair and a skinny body. She looked like what a model would look like. What more, her fingers were vertically arranged and she had a long neck. It wasn't that she wasn't a good fit for me to work with as an assistant or a helper, I just didn't see the need of it because I always did my things by myself. I instinctively thought about Alpha Nate. Had he already replaced me with an

He wasn't quite familiar with the names of all his workers but facially he could recognize them. "Martha." "Martha," Atlas muttered like he was hearing that name for the first time. "Close the door and come in, I was about to have my bath it is a good thing that you are here," Atlas added going to the small stool to pick up the cigarette he had been smoking before breakfast, he placed it on his lips with a smirk on his face while the Martha busied herself with closing the door behind her. When she turned around she saw Atlas about to smoke, she rushed to pick up the lighter on the table and helped him to light up the cigarette on his lips, she watched him take a drag from it, inhaling the sm

I called out softly, pulling the heavy fur cowl down from my head. From behind a towering labyrinth of wooden bookshelves, a small, hunched figure emerged. Martha’s silver hair was bound in an intricate web of braids. She was found in the war five years ago during the war with kealen and she was taken back but over the time we became close as she was the only one closest to my kind, the shamans. Her ancient, milky-blue eyes fixed on me with instant recognition. Her gaze immediately dropped to my hands, which were still trembling slightly, and then to my stomach.