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The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Hikaru smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear. Nozomi smiled, then returned her focus onto her little test. ‘Let me see what you can do.’ When her vehicle went past the swinging double doors and into the haunted house, Nozomi instructed, ‘Protect the ones you’re attached to. Clear the monsters around them.’ Both shikigami flew out of the shadows so abruptly that they caused Hina and Yosuke to jump and collide into each other. “Ah…” Hina and Yosuke winced and rubbed their heads, while Makoto looked back at them with a frown, oblivious to the brutal massacre going on around him.

It is when the chosen one becomes stronger, and since Shin is already 18, this could actually mean that something will surely happen, but for what is that she didn't know. Liza earnestly waits for anything out of ordinary to happen. She did not sleep, she waited inside the kitchen peeping outside the window. As midnight approaches, the howling starts. Liza heard the familiar voices of the most trusted team of the Alpha, with them are two distinct voices, the Alpha and Ginjis wolf. Her heart jump as she knew something is going to happen. The moonlight shone brightly in a certain direction. "Shin." She ran and go directly to the Black house.

"Yang Xiao?" Yang Xiao was unperturbed. “And here I thought Miyamoto Ancestor wouldn’t be able to recognize me in a few days!!” "Ancestor, is he that Yang Xiao?" Miyamoto Shinji Miyamoto looked Yang Xiao up and down in shock. Yang Xiao was so young that he didn't look like an expert who could kill thousands of people in a row. "Go on. Little Treasure!" Miyamoto Shinei trembled and shrank in the corner, leaving a fishy stain on his lower body. "Don't, don't, don't kill me!"

Sophia asked, tears streaming down her face. Anna gritted her teeth, gripping the book. “Yes. It’s the only way.” The group hesitated at the threshold, their fear palpable. Logan pushed past them, his jaw set. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.” They stepped into the house together, the air thick and suffocating. The broken mirror lay in pieces on the floor, but the pulsing glow came from something else—the largest shard, which seemed to be vibrating. Anna knelt in front of it, the others crowding behind her. The shard reflected their faces, but not as they were now. Instead, their reflections smiled eerily, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

Chapter 43 Shadow Weavers of Shinjuku The attack of the Shadow-Weavers was not a chaotic lunge like the New Breed spider monsters; it was a silent, coordinated execution maneuver that moved with the terrifying speed of an electrical current. The three indigo-clad figures didn't make a sound as their boots left the wet cobblestones, their bodies dissolving into fluid ribbons of black mist that blurred into the shadows of the narrow alleyway before Laila could even draw her hands from her leather trench coat.

Shards of crystal rain down, slicing open cheeks, arms, throats. The house that once stood as a monument to Sebastian’s empire now groans like a dying beast, every shot, every scream, another nail in its coffin. Through it all, my ears never stop straining for one sound: Sabrina. Every scream of pain, every gunshot upstairs twists in my gut. When the house shakes with another blast, I imagine her clutching her belly, Shelly gripping her hand, Dr. Gray trying to stay calm while knowing this isn’t how it was supposed to happen.

Mi-sook resumed her spell. As Mi-sook started to put Min-shi’s belongings into the fire, a charcoal black fume erupted from it, forming a dark shadowy entity. It flew across the ceiling and screeched. The dark shadow found pregnant Min-Shi’s room, seeping through the walls and under her blanket. It took her body, jolting her awake. She convulsed, desperately clawing at herself as the black shadowy smoke took control, causing her hands to blacken and her fingernails to break off.