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“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

But I believed him. In the third month of my tenure, the director called me into his office and said that due to the shortage of medical staff, they were short on personnel for the night shifts. He insisted that working night shifts was an essential experience if I wanted to become vice-director. I believed him and accepted without hesitation. That night, I finished my rounds around eleven o'clock and was passing by the break room when I heard something... unusual. It was a sound I knew well. But now, hearing it in the break room, my mind raced.

3rd point of view The door clicked shut behind Blue as she settled Nora into her room with a sigh of relief, she slipped into her coat and laced up her sneakers, her mind already drifting to the night ahead. As she stepped out into the cool evening air, a sense of unease settled in her stomach. Damian had been buried in work lately, leaving her free from her nightly duties. Part of her relished the break, her back still ached but the pain was subsiding.

“I can get it.” “I know.” He’s already grabbing the blanket to tuck me back in. “And I can too.” He kisses my forehead and speeds out of the room, returning a few seconds later with a glass of water. I take a big drink and set it on the nightstand. “Do you have to work tonight?” “I’m done going over the bookkeeping, but I did plan on going in. I allowed Dina to feed last night so her fangs would grow back. I plan to rip them out again after I question her.”

And yet, there he was, holding her like she was something sacred. I exhaled sharply, forcing my attention back to the present. The long mahogany conference table in front of me was scattered with blueprints, financial reports, and encrypted files. This was what mattered now—this mission, this team, this purpose. Evangeline tapped a folder against the table. “Alright, so we have the infrastructure set. Nightfall Ops officially launches next month.” “Nightfall Ops?” I arched a brow. “We landed on that?” Lilianna smirked from her seat, “It’s mysterious, sexy, and ominous. Just like you.”

"This is quite embarrassing but I actually work at a coffee shop. Bee's Coffee have you heard of it? we make the best coffee in town." "Is that so?" "Look" I sighed. "I know what you are going to say alright, I came here extremely late and disorganized, I work at a coffee shop and I might be a potential whore because of what happened that night but I really do want this job I promise to do whatever is required of me plus I'm a hard worker". He didn't say anything after that he just looked at me and nodded. "Alright then" he said leaning forward " you can leave"

Zayden whispered, pulling her body away and walking away while wiping her wet eyes. After a few minutes, the nurses immediately took Olivia to the operating room. The Sanders family owned Heaven Hospital, where the surgery took place in a secret and closed manner. Everyone involved possessed trust and could maintain the confidentiality. Olivia lay weakly on the operating table, her face pale, and her lips dry with pain and fear. Doctors were performing a curettage procedure to remove the 8-week-old, undeveloped fetus from her womb.

Zion’s expression revealed his bewilderment as he gazed at him. “What?” Zion queried. Another attempt to speak was unsuccessful for Lucas because he was at a loss for words. He glanced up at Zion and spoke. “The person working the front desk would like to speak with you.” Then, Lucas handed the phone over to Zion and stood there wanting to understand if his master supplies ice cream. He does own hotels, however, operations like these should be handled by the hotel management, not the boss. Zion answered the phone. Zion: Speak! He commanded.

A lex really was not in the mood for the fair. The captain decided that Alex and Miller would rotate shifts with Hendricks and Pantaleo and that there would be at least one pair patrolling at the fair at all times from open to close—which was from eleven to eight every day, and until ten p.m. on Fridays and Saturdays. The chief tried to soften the blow with the promise of overtime pay (“already authorized by the mayor, who’s grateful for our presence”), but Alex didn’t care about the money.

The room was dark so she flipped the lights on and remained rooted to the ground with her back against the wall, staring at the single bed, there was a man on the bed with a cigarette in his mouth which he smokes effortlessly. Another was seated on the floor beside the bed. She’d been lost in her thoughts she looked back at her hands and saw her keys in her hands she didn’t open the door but the door was already opened. “You’re back.” The man wheezed smoke off his mouth and rise from the bed, he went to her and dust his hands on his jean before stretching them out to her. “I’m Dino.” He showed off his braces with the other hand holding the cigarette. “What do you want from me?” She shivers,