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They tried everything but the codex remained untouchable. “I don’t need all the circumstances and details, little girl! All I ask is that it was intact and hasn't been in others' hands?” the thin old woman’s face reddened as she continued, “...I’d just like to know if the outcomes were worth the sacrifice of my relatives!” The old woman mumbled, sacrifice had been made. She pays for everything one way or another. If someone was listless, that someone will pay with the pain of disappointment. If someone loves to eat and indulge, that someone will pay the price of his health and self-esteem. Yet she learned how to love ballet. She wishes to fly as if their deity had remembered to sew on her wi

Now they want me dead. Funny how quickly gratitude expires. A woman near the front shakes her head nervously. “A talisman isn't supposed to come into the pack unless they're being sacrificed.” The word sacrifice rolls through me slowly. I should probably be terrified right now. Mostly, I just feel tired. Charles steps closer to me. “This place will become your grave.” Then he raises his voice sharply. “Seize her.” Four men push through the crowd immediately. Big. Built. The kind of men clearly used to hurting people when ordered to.

Ahead, the corridor stretched for perhaps fifty yards before ending at another enormous door. Unlike the first, this one wasn't black. It was white marble streaked with veins of gold. There were no carvings. No symbols. Only a single sentence engraved across its center. Truth Demands Sacrifice. I stopped. The words from my grandfather's letter flooded back into my mind. The first sacrifice has already been made. The second... must be yours. A knot formed in my stomach. What sacrifice? What was he asking me to give up? I reached the white marble door.

How could she be selfless at that time to help his late wife when they kidnapped her and also helped save his son's life? How much pain and shame must did she experience at that time? Allowing some fucking bastards to put their filthy hands on her body whilst she endured it just to save his son. Rayner closed his eyes tightly as his tears continued to flow. He felt someone squeezing his heart, which caused him intense pain throughout his body. Akira looked at him with a face full of shame. “I'm sorry…" She murmured. She was sorry for giving her first to some stranger she doesn't even remember instead of Rayner.

When Zack Fleming gets a tiny scrape on his arm, my wife, Melanie Perry, who loves money more than anything else in the world, rejects a business partnership that's worth hundreds of millions of dollars. She then forces my sister, Cindy Sherwood, to donate a large amount of blood to Zack, despite knowing that Cindy has a heart condition. I immediately call Melanie to demand answers. "We only took a few drops of blood from her," she says nonchalantly. "Why are you making a fuss? Besides, Cindy's tough. She'll be fine. But Zack's different. He's the company's lucky star, so nothing must happen to him. "Business has been improving by the day ever since he joined the company. Everything tha

"You have always been a lapdog for the king. It is no surprise you would rather slow everything down than see the pack move forward." "With the sacrifice still at large," Elder Sable said, cutting across the room, "we do not have the luxury of time. There is too much on our plate to be sentimental about scheduling. We need a king and we need one now." "The sacrifice," I said. Elder Sable looked at me. "Is that what you are all calling her," I said. "She has a name. It is Zara." The silence that followed that was a different quality from the previous ones.

But she deserves to know and right now this is all that I offer her. Her shaky hands trace the scars with reverence. I refrain from flinching underneath her touch. I hate how exposed and vulnerable I feel. I start to doubt if this was such a good idea. She starts applying the pasty ointment with care, almost afraid to inflict me any pain. I find myself breaking the stillness. "It doesn't hurt." I don't know who I'm trying to reassure her or me. "There's so many," she gasps. "It's over. It doesn't hurt anymore." I repeat the words, willing them to be true even as my soul shatters within. How will I ever tell them the many ways the hybrids destroyed me? How can I even begin to heal?

In the deadly silence of this forest his silence was killing me But then when I thought he wouldn't say anything he said "17 years back at this very place a similar blood massacre happened... Throne was overthrown in front of my eyes...innocents were killed in front of my eyes but I couldn't do much... Dad said this world lives on survival of the fittest and to win someone has to sacrifice... I saw a lot of sacrifices that day.. But here at this place I saw a girl...... A girl for whom I was willing to sacrifice myself She looked like an angel .... An angel who was sitting in hell.... She was covered in blood Her eyes swollen with tears and her voice shaky with fear Those moistened eyes mad

She understood the magnitude of Gabriel's sacrifice, and her love for him deepened as she witnessed his selflessness. Eldora's eyes softened slightly, her voice betraying a hint of respect, "Your willingness to give up your vampiric nature speaks volumes, Gabriel. Your sacrifice shall be remembered." Scarlette, filled with equal determination, stepped forward to face the council. Her voice quivered but held steady, "I shall drink from the chalice and relinquish my visions—the seer gift that has guided us thus far. I offer this sacrifice for the harmony of our love and the prosperity of our kingdom."

Quentin broke down and grabbed Samuel by the collar, shouting, "If Isadora wasn't sleeping with you, how could she possibly get into Professor Landon's lab?" Samuel snapped back, "Enough! Isadora's talent surpasses everyone in that lab—she didn't need to take shortcuts! You should be asking how Elaine stole Isadora's research and published it as her own!" "There's no way Elaine would steal Isadora's work! Don't you dare make such accusations!" When Quentin said this, his voice clearly lacked conviction.