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He releases my hand and then tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, almost gently, “You see, nobody is allowed to touch you. Nobody is allowed to lay a finger on you. Except me.” I shiver at his possessive words and he adds, “It seems that my people need a reminder. I’ll make sure that this doesn’t happen again.” “Fera.” Her name is spoken as a command and before I can react, Damien is gone, the doors closing behind him. Fera hurries towards me, her tone urgent, “Come with me. We don’t have much time.” “What?” I feel a little dazed. “Damien,” Fera glares at me, “is on a war path. There’s going to be a blood bath soon. If Mara gets wind of it, she’ll try to gather as many of your friends t

there's still one left. Lemiere will forever be on top even now I still hide it as Domanco.. one day Lemiere will be reveal again.

But that was all Zaramanni could see at that moment, there were many more sights to behold in the land of Amarxona. "Where is this place?" Ezeman cleared his throat and replied, "Welcome to Amarxona, the land of the fairies." Zara's eyes enlarged. Fairies? Well, that would explain the wings. But... Fairies? "My name is Ezeman and I am a Moon Fairy." "What am I doing here? I do not belong here," Zaramanni asked as her eyes traveled past the sight in front of her once more. "You are needed for something important."

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

“I’m Princess Nya of Frindom, and I have come to slay the dragon that terrorizes our kingdoms. That’s who I am! Now, if you’ll kindly step aside so that I can find him, I would greatly appreciate it!” “Find him?” the man in black repeated before he gave a slight chuckle and shook his head. Whatever he found amusing about that statement, he didn’t elaborate at the moment. Instead, he continued his inquiry, as if Nya owed him an explanation. “If you are princess of Frindom, what are you doing in Goodhorn?”

She showed me everything. The shelf of animals and their individual names and personalities. The drawings on the wall, each one explained in detail, that one was Button in the garden, that one was Daddy at work which was why he looked so serious, that one was a princess but not a regular princess, a princess who also knew karate.

She kept staring at an Arabian man who in turn was shocked to see her. “Mr Damien, it is such a pleasure to see you again. How are you doing Mrs Wayne?" Mr Kuma smiled with his Arabian accent. I smiled warmly and took his hand,"It is a pleasure Mr Kuma”. I responded. Irene smiled warmly at Mr Kuma and his team members before having a seat. “Your wife is so beautiful Mr Damien. She is extremely georgeious" A team member complimented. I was the proud husband at this moment.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

He looked very handsome when he was silent like this, without his usual flat or cold expression. Fahira shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts that admired the man who had taken her innocence. Outside Darian's apartment building, Mang Damar was waiting anxiously for Fahira. "Let's go home, Miss, it's late!" Mang Damar said as he handed Fahira her helmet, which she immediately put on. Fahira gazed at Darian's apartment building for a moment, feeling conflicted, before Mang Damar's motorcycle carried her away into the distance.

Donghue pursed his lips. “You’re a member of the Darby family?” “That’s right,” said Yumi arrogantly as she thought he was frightened. Donoghue clenched his fist tightly and squeezed a few words from his mouth. “Who is Darryl to you?” Yumi bit her teeth and thought, ‘Darryl’s name is famous now. His Immortal Energy Palm during the Wishing Start Tower battle was famous. I must use his name to scare him away.’