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“You are so naive. She belongs with a very powerful creature such as myself. You are nothing but a monster who had to kill his beloved in order to save her from me. Now that’s a shame, Kieran.” “Why don’t you stop talking. You sure do a lot of that,” my fangs elongated. I charged at him, not hesitating one bit. My sharp nails were going straight to his neck, but he grabbed me by mine and lifted me, throwing me against the ground. “Stop wasting your time trying to beat me, son. I am smarter than you. You only use your brute strength, I like to go with logic. It’s definitely better in a fight,” he said before he launched at me and sank his nails on my chest.

He's opening his mouth to speak when another voice breaks in, the man from the fourth couple on the table, who I've not yet had chance to speak to. "It's an interesting word, isn't it…" he drawls, aiming his words at Irene. His accent is cultured. The words clipped and well enunciated. "… Sophistication. And the way the word is used these days… In its original sense, it meant contaminated, or impure. The word derives from a Latin root and is closely allied with sophistry, meaning, to make a false argument with the intent to convince one's audience." Irene flushes, looking away. The man who spoke head-jerks and eye-rolls her way, then tilts his glass at me. I flush too, but I tilt back.

"Obsidian City's academic elite? That doesn't sound so bad. Maybe you'll find yourself a genius. Someone who can discuss neurobiology over candlelight." "Genius?" Sophia straightened up and launched into a theatrical impersonation of a stuffy academic, her voice dropping to a monotone drawl. She adjusted an imaginary pair of glasses and cleared her throat dramatically. "'Oh, darling Sophia, your dopamine levels are simply exquisite today—like my lab rat after its latest dose. Would you like to see my data charts after dinner?' Please." She shuddered dramatically. "I'd rather spend twenty-four hours staring at my lab mice. At least they don't try to impress me with their publication records."

Rico patted his shoulder and said, "This man right here is busy stalking his lovely step-sister." "Hey! I'm not stalking her. Stop talking nonsense," Aideen said as she pushed Rico playfully. "Nonsense your ass! I don't understand, bud. If it's just because of the share your father gives to her, why are you acting like that?" Rico pointed out. "Like what?" inquired Aideen. Rico then became serious, saying, "Acting like a stupid detective in love." "Seriously, man, stop joking! Are you already drunk?" Aideen refused to discuss it.

* She waited for his reaction * that's exactly what I thought, I would have judged you to have more champagne than a beer* he explained * cold, you don't really know me yet, but another explanation for you. I'm not the kind of woman who walks around in heels and spends her husband's money by going shopping and being waited on from front to back. I also don't sit at the hairdresser's and drink one glass of champagne after the other. And that doesn't mean I don't have the money. If it were up to me I could do this every day without touching my friend's money. But I don't want that at all. And besides, I do work for my money, even if I don't have to, because I could make ends meet just fine wit

Anna said quietly, noticing Sophia’s reaction "Like he's tolerating the rest of us rather than engaging with us." "Pleasant," Sophia said dryly. "Theo Sinclair didn't build a twelve-billion-dollar empire by being pleasant," Anna replied. "He did it by being smarter, more ruthless, and more strategic than everyone else. Pleasant is for people who need to be liked. Theo needs to be respected."

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, and I'm happy where I am now."Oliver reached across the table and took her hand. Janet felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her at his touch. "Please, Janet. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important," he pleaded.Janet looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity in them. She knew that she couldn't ignore his request, especially if it meant helping someone in need. "Okay, I'll come back," she finally relented.Oliver's face lit up with relief, and he squeezed her hand. "Thank you, Janet. I knew I could count on you."Janet pulled her hand away, feeling the familiar ache in her heart. "I'll come back, but only to take care of your father. After that, I'm leaving again."Oliver nodded, his expres

I didn't let this stop me, I walked past them. "Hey nerd." Sofia, said. Sofia, was also one of my classmates back in high-school. I stopped and turned around. "Nerd? Just because I wear glasses doesn't make me a nerd. And this isn't high school. You're not the damn queen B." "I still was more popular than you." She smiled. "Please, you were only popular cause you opened your legs for every guy." I rolled my eyes. "Including my now ex boyfriend." I looked at Raven

"Sophia, our brand has completely exploded across the web! Look at this real-time follower growth metric—our numbers are on the absolute verge of overtaking Chloe Bishop's data!" Sophia’s mood had been exceptionally bright, but the exact millisecond her assistant’s lips uttered that comparison, her features dropped into a freezing, venomous scowl. "I am a professional entertainment artist," Sophia hissed, her voice dripping with pure ice. "Your office chooses to baseline my value against a corporate manager? Does your intellect calculate that the humiliation my system has harvested lately is insufficient?"