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He rushed over, literally salivating at his friend’s return. “There you are. Finally, finally.” Michael was gaunt. His lips were cracked from lack of liquids. He must’ve dropped at least twenty pounds since they last met. That was nearly physically impossible. Something else must be working on him. There was a blip in Michael’s eye. An abnormal yellow light. Whenever Jon blinked it remained in his vision. Opaque and inhuman. “You didn’t think I could do things without you, did you?” “I saw something in the paper about the dead dogs. That was you, huh?”

she replied "Okay, I'll go take a shower now, am so tired thanks to a certain devil" "Devil?" Lucy asked "It's nothing" I said as I walked to the bathroom 🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅 🎙️ Michael's POV 🎙️ I slowly stood up from the bed as my head ached badly I knew this was going to happen, I always blackout whenever I drink But it's strange, I feel like there's something am forgetting

“I know you adore me and you'd do anything for me. That makes me feel safe with you. I haven't had this feeling in years. Thank you.” Michael winked, smiled, and blew a kiss for her. Then, the rest of the journey was consumed by silence. They sat by each other, both lost in deep thoughts. The jet landed at the private airfield in no time. The sun was fully up now, casting long accusing shadows. When they stepped out, a nondescript black SUV was waiting for them. They preferred the SUV to the ‘ever-ready monster’ this time around. The car was being driven by one of Michael’s most trusted security chiefs. The man, a granite-faced former special forces operative named Harvey Barnes, drove with

“Then tell me what’s going on.” I closed my eyes briefly. “Kim, you need to trust me” I said quietly, opening my eyes again. “I do, but you’re making it impossible” she said. I paused,words forming in my head. “Michael isn’t who you think he is,” I said finally. Her expression shifted in confusion. “What does that mean?” “It means there’s more to him.” “More like what?” I exhaled loudly. “Michael has dealings with the mafia" I said.

Such a shame it took dying once to learn that lesson. I left for Alpha College at eighteen. Everything around me was foreign, but I felt no fear. I knew too much about what would happen. Even if the details were hazy, I remembered the major turning points. Enough to prepare my own moves. The most crucial moment would come in two years. In my past life, when I was twenty, Michael flew to London to meet a man named Alexander Blake. Blake had developed drugs that could enhance Alpha power beyond normal limits. Over the next five years, those drugs helped Michael absorb several smaller packs, consolidating his control.

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"

"We need to know what Michael's doing so we can finally stop him." Lucas's grip on the wheel grew tighter. "I've already instructed Daniel and the team to bring in every scrap of information we have. We're not going to let him escape, Audrey. I promise." I nodded, but my heart still shook. The thunder of the car engine, the wind rushing by, and Lucas's reassuring words blended into a cacophonous mix of hope and fear. I gazed out the window as the world dropped away, questions pouring through my mind: What if secrets in that old journal are where Michael derives his power? What if his power reaches further than we could have ever imagined? Our car finally pulled up outside an old library—an u

"But what does this have to do with Michael? Why did you disappear? Why didn’t you come to us sooner?" Michael’s face twisted with shame. "Because I thought I could fix it. I thought I could stop it by writing the book. But I was wrong. The more I wrote, the deeper I got, the closer I came to uncovering the truth. And then... then I started seeing things. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think. I could feel it—the presence. It was like it was watching me, waiting. It’s been trying to take me for years, but I didn’t realize how close I was to the edge until it was too late."

Elio soon got to the underground garage, hopped on an electric bike, and took off for Rainbow Media. A genuine hero possesses the flexibility to adapt, comfortable maneuvering a lavish Lamborghini or a Rolls-Royce Cullinan, yet equally at ease zipping around on a humble electric scooter, unfazed by any perception of foolishness. Sunny arrived in the parking lot just in time to witness the boss departing on his electric bike. Unsure whether to laugh or fret over the unusual sight, she promptly summoned her driver and trailed behind in her sleek Benz S-Class.

"Your daddy had to take care of some important things, Liam. Adult stuff. But he loves you very much, you know? And he asked you to stay here with Aunt Sophia and me until he's done. We're going to take very good care of you. Okay?" Liam looked at him, studying his face as if searching for a lie. Then he nodded, serious. "Okay. Is he going to bring Superman when he comes?" Michael laughed, relieved. "Yeah, for sure. Superman and Spider-Man." Later that night, when the children were asleep and Emma and Patrick had gone to the guest room, Michael and I stayed on the balcony. The night air was fresh, carrying the scent of the city. "Soph, when this is over," Michael said, his voice soft in the