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"Lyra, listen to me. He's not himself right now. He's at his most powerful, and that's dangerous. For you, for everyone." I wrenched my arm free, my voice firm. "I don't care about the danger none of you can stop me from going in. Who would help out?"" "Just let her go!" Sierra's voice was the last thing I heard before stumbling inside the room. The room was dark but a little light and visible. My eyes dropped on Sage struggling to keep steady his body shivering in pain. "Sage" I call out barely above a whisper as my heart thundered trying to rip out.

But tonight, none of that mattered. As I went closer to the bar, my fears kept pulling me back, but no! I grabbed the bottle. "Johnny Walker," the label read. With a twisted grin, I uncapped it and placed it against my lips. I didn’t sip. I gulped. I kept drinking until a sharp pain tore through my chest. I gasped, pressing a hand against my ribs. But then, I laughed again—because Michael Finsch was a disgusting bastard, and I was an even bigger fool.

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

They had turned dry long before, and the feeling of water was very foreign to his eyes. Cold sweat broke down on his body and trickled down his face onto the floor. Taking off his boxing gloves he brushed back the wet hair from his face with one hand. He rubbed his forehead and ran his finger through his hair as he was feeling restless. He lived all his life based on the principles he made. One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone.

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”

-Dylan- he heard his alpha call him -ask Louva to come up- The wolf took the position of soldier accepting a mission and disappeared in a few seconds down the stairs. Sergei watched his friend and although he was happy, he was envious. Not because he was now in delicious agony but because he had found his mate. He was 100 years older than him and although they could live close to 1500 years, he was not sure of finding his soul mate.

Realization dawned on me that he was enjoying the violence. I hated him and I wanted to hurt him badly. I flailed my legs, unable to kick him. 'Adrianne.. I think I prefer Rianne. Catches the moment. Quite a fighter, aren't you? ' I glared into his eyes and stifled a gasp. His eyes were dead. Whoever said that eyes were the windows of the soul hadn't met this dude. His eyes were blank, lifeless and had a cruel glint in it. 'Feisty. Just the way I like it.'

Claiming. “…you were already mine the moment you caught my attention.” Amara’s heart slammed against her ribs. Because the way he said it— It didn’t sound like a threat. It sounded like a fact. --- Across the city— Dante was already moving. Fast. Ruthless. Unstoppable. “Find out who took her,” he snapped. One of his men hesitated. “There are… rumors.” Dante’s eyes darkened. “Speak.” “A man resurfaced,” he said carefully. “Someone older. Someone who—”

said Arya. "Mas... be patient, sir, be steadfast," Dimas said while sobbing, it felt like something broke Dimas' heart when he heard Arya's request for Dimas to wake Zahra. "Sir... Zahra is no longer there, bro, you have to be sincere," said Dimas. "No Dimas, Zahra is just sleeping, come on, help me wake Zahra Dimas," said Arya, chuckling. Dimas is increasingly unable to stand seeing Arya who is devastated by Zahra's departure.

'She' said. "One by one, you followed everything up as it should be. Even your long time enemy who you had changed into a beast to wonder the face of the earth thought that he was going to have his revenge. Little did he know that we were only using him. And now he is dead and gone." 'She' said. "As beasts do not have souls." I said, completing her words. "And how about that herbal woman? I just laughed at her naive behavior. She hadn't even suspected a thing." 'She' said and laughed out loudly.