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The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

Hahaha "Hey tell me, what are you?" The lich was angered, cracking his teeth as he looked furiously into my eyes. His eyes burned ever so brightly looking at me deeply before he suddenly smiled. "Just the same prideful bastards as all of you were! " hahaha, you wish to get information right?! Even if I am just a lowly undead lich! Even if I am a cursed being, I will never stoop so low as to help the wretched beings of this world! You don't belong here!"

"If someone had told me that I would become the best friend of a very famous online personality, I wouldn't believe it. But look at me now, girl! I can’t even go out there without seeing someone asking for you." "Okay, first of all, I don’t know if I should be grateful or offended by you calling me an online personality." Lyra rolled her eyes and shook her head. She showed her phone and waved it before saying, "I don’t think my account, which has a photo of my most favorite ice cream posted a few months ago, would make me an online personality. That’s too icky."

“Meet Misfit,” Luke says helpfully, though he’s already halfway to the window, peeking out at the helicopter pad like there might be something interesting going on. There’s not. His own stuffed toy is dangling at his side like a discarded piece of cloth. The poor dinosaur doesn’t get an introduction. “He’s a secret demon warlock and knows how to use a sword.” Leyla squeals. “That’s so cool!” “And this is Princess Pixelbrain,” Lili says, proudly holding up her bunny like a sacred offering. “She has her own tiara, does ballet, and probably runs an empire. Also, she likes cheese puffs.”

“They said they would use Lyla, since they can’t get close enough to harm Elsa themselves.” “Lyla?” Piper blinked. “Who’s that?” “Well…” Cecil pulled out her phone and tapped into her photo gallery. “I took the liberty of finding out.” She tilted the phone toward Piper. The girl in the picture had a bright smile, curly brown hair falling in perfect ringlets around her shoulders, and wide hazel eyes that sparkled of innocence. Cecil continued, explaining “Lyla Fetcher. She's one of Elsa's mahy fake friends, or should I say minion. She's in the cheerleading team”

“My wolf, Lisa, has this fun, spontaneous personality. She helps me become the character I created for the public and gives me the confidence I need.” “You should let that side out more often,” Liam suggested. “That’d make it way too obvious I’m Lisa if I did,” I said with a grin. “But seriously, thank you both for coming—and for caring.” “We’re your friends. We’ll always be here for you,” Annie said, hugging me. I hugged her back, then gave Liam a hug too before saying goodbye. Liliane loved the livestream so much she even reposted it to my profile as an official post. I was surprised by the buzz it created. The comments just kept pouring in. My dear Mister Mysterious… looks like you’re bec

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

I frowned and watched the same spot, there was a red dot that was blinking. They were watching us, shit. She grabbed my hand and wrote on my hand with lipstick. THIS IS HUMAN TRAFFICKING PRINCE OF GAIELIA IS HOLDING THIS. What the fuck? The kingdom of Gaielia, and Prince Felix Gaielia is the same age as Rhyker. I have no words honestly. She took a makeup remover wipe and wrote again on my hand, I wished she didn't use red lipstick though. PRINCESS GAIELIA IS INTO THIS.

I wanted to refuse but I couldn't. We walked through the hallway together. “And that was from his 8th birthday, he was such a shy lad, look at him now, all ready to take down the world, just by himself “ She smiled to herself, she must have gone down memory lane. I stared at the portrait in front of me. The Lycan King had a few missing teeth, and one of his hands clung to the dress of his mother, his smile looked unsure but genuine. He looked handsome, maybe because it was in him. He looked a lot like his father who wore a proud grin on his face, the feeling when your heir was a year older I thought.