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My black heels made some noise which is the reason why he faced us. Is this IV? I was expecting to meet an older man, just like the businessmen I’ve seen earlier at the party. But what I am seeing right now is a tall man, probably in his early thirties, wearing a black tuxedo that fits his firm body. He started moving in our direction. Slowly, I can clearly his features. A pair of deep brown eyes are intently gazing at us. A smile crossed his face when he got closer to us, “Finally, I’ve come to meet you,” He extended his right hand in front of me “I am IV, the President of La Resistencia.”

Especially not for so-called blood. From now on, you live for yourself. There was a first-aid kit in one of the lounge cabinets. I cleaned my wounds with iodine and covered them with a flesh-toned bandage. After I had done all that, a strange calm washed over me. When the boarding announcement came over the speakers, the sky was just beginning to show a line of gray. I turned off my phone and walked toward the jet bridge. The moment the private jet broke through the clouds, the morning sun poured through the window, so bright it made me squint.

I would be a fool to let them take my money to support someone else. … When I returned home after meeting with the bank president, it was already 11:00 pm. The house was completely dark, and no one bothered to check on me even when I came back so late. They were all fast asleep. I stumbled in the dark while heading back to my room. As soon as I opened the door and tossed my handbag onto the chair, I heard a piercing scream. Surprised, I hurriedly turned on the lights. I then saw Madeline crouched by the cabinet where I stored my jewelry and watches, her arms thrown up to protect her head. She was wearing my jewelry around her neck, ears, and wrists.

Whatever it was going on. I had been keeping in my room, again. After all the shit that happened with Jemma and the incident with the plan going south, in a very bad way, I just wanted to keep to myself. I’ve been trying to stay positive but keeping myself to myself... I haven’t really heard much news about the guys... It's hard to stay positive when you don't have anything to be positive about. I put the book I was currently reading down and slid off the bed, heading over to the window, opening it. It was very warm today. Looking out over the yard, I noticed there was an unusually large number of people here.

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.

Alex felt a strange feeling come over him as he looked into this man’s eyes; it was no feeling that he could describe, but he could only stand there and wait for something to happen. The man breathed heavily before he apoke. “So,” he said in a deep, cold tone. “This is the Outsider wandering freely around our territories?” Alex was quick to respond in his defense. “I wasn’t trespassing, if that’s what you’re getting at. I was lost,” he said in an annoyed tone of voice. The man put a hand up to silence Alex. There was a brief, silent pause. “What would you tell Ramon when you get out of here?”

When I spent almost few minutes reading the first few pages, I heard footsteps coming, so I assumed it was my Roz or Lexy, so I said, “this book is really amazing, I didn’t know that there was someone was really suffered from extreme extroversion. It says here that this man had no social interaction and had no social life. Oh, I could not imagine his life.” When I turned my gaze unto them, I was shocked because I was literally talking not to my friends but to stranger.

Damon shrugged, pushing his head forward to a book that was placed on the man's table, and the title that was written by the side was vivid, at least, enough for him to see. “That book,” he announced, raising an eyebrow. “Walking free by Dr. Munjed Muderis, in the year 2014.” “You've read it already?” The man kept revealing the shock on his face, after every word that left his mouth. “Yes,” Damon replied almost immediately, placing one hand in his pocket. “About three times to be precise, so yeah, that should be an easy guess.” “Then why did you use two options?” the man questioned, squinting.

appears at the very bottom of the void. NOTE 1,000,000: THE STORY OF THE OUTCAST IS OVER. THE STORY OF THE DAUGHTER IS... [LOADING].

Just pressure and warmth gripping my thighs and slowly pushing them apart. "Get the fuck off me!" I kick and swing at the empty air and my fist connects with nothing and the hands don't move. They hold my thighs open with a strength that makes my struggling pointless. A voice fills the room. Not from a direction. From everywhere. It’s low and the accent is acient. It’s deep and hot, the kind of voice that voices out erotica audiobooks for me. "I've been waiting two hundred years for someone to stay past midnight. Don't make me wait any longer."