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I gave out my special rat poison for free, trying to fix the complex's rat problem. And my neighbor Brenda turned right around and reported me. She demanded I pay out of pocket to have the rats disposed of humanely. I looked around at the neighbors. "I know a place that'll do it at cost," I said. "Extermination plus sanitizing runs about thirty grand. Split it across every unit and that's maybe twenty bucks a household—" Brenda cut me off before I could finish. "Nora, honey, you're the one who decided to trap those rats." "Why should everyone else foot the bill for that?" "And come on, it's a few hundred rats. You really need that kind of money?" "We're all neighbors here. Don't go shaking u

Damian looked over the edge of the table. There were at least fifteen armed men in the doorway. All dressed in black. No insignia. No identification. No hesitation. “They came prepared,” Adrian said from across the room. Clara fired twice. One of the men dropped. “Of course they did.” Alexander crouched beside Amelia. “We need to leave.” Amelia looked at him. “Who are they?” “You already know.” “No.” Her voice shook. “I remember a room. I remember the boy. I remember being taken.”

The old Bennett apartment looked exactly as Mia remembered it. The faded curtains. The narrow hallway. The cracked flower vase beside the entrance. Her mother's old home. The place where Mia had spent some of the happiest years of her childhood. And now Vanessa was waiting inside. Mia stood across the street, staring at the building. Ryan stood beside her. Ethan was on her other side. Neither man had allowed her to come alone. “I still think this is a bad idea,” Ethan said.

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

My dad would give me $1,200 in allowance every month. However, he never transferred it directly to me—he had to review and approve of it first. Before that, I had to send him a spreadsheet of my expenses in the family group chat. How much my food, water bills, and phone bill cost, and whether I bought anything I shouldn’t have. When my elder brother saw it, he sent an emoji depicting tears of joy. [She’s not attending college. It's like she’s seeking reimbursement from her company instead.] My younger sister chimed in: [Dad is doing this for her own good. She grew up in a small town and spends money recklessly.] My dad didn’t scold either of them. Instead, he addressed his text to me

Jaxie had been asking questions, casual, seemingly innocent questions. Hey boss, can you pull the spare batteries from the void? I need to test the camera housings. Hey boss, can you grab the spare flash drives from the armory? I need to back up the new footage.I'd done it. I'd pulled the items from the void, handed them to her, and forgotten about them

A man with loose shirt steps out of the shadow followed with a skinny one with spiky hair. "Miss, we never knew that you are so impatient to meet us, brothers." The spiky haired man said while his gaze rakes my body up and down that successfully earn an unconscious shiver of disgust to run down my skin. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at them. Who would want to meet them on the street, perhaps police officers? Are they nuts? From the looks of it, they are just troublemakers, who has yet to experience the world or maybe they are too coop up on their own little world.

It was bought for a young lad she met in Shangri Club last night. With his voice trembling slightly, the assistant said in a soft voice again, "Chairman Miller, why don't we have the supplementary card..." "There’s no need for that." Jasper said coldly and narrowed his eyes. "Find a little information about orphanages in remote areas and send it to her." The assistant nodded in response. He wondered when the two were going to stop triggering each other in this way. At the IF shopping plaza... Summer asked Henri out. When would they buy stuff if they don’t take this chance to buy whatever they want?

"We need to be ready for anything." We ascended the basement stairs, each step heavier than the last. When we reached the main room, Spence and Lizzy were waiting, their faces pale and anxious. Lizzy had a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, filled with clothes and other essentials. Spence held a small, metallic case—our money and remaining supplies. "Are we ready?" Sharon asked, her eyes scanning each of us. "As ready as we'll ever be," Spence replied, his voice tight with emotion.

And I think he was trying to tell me to hurry up. Samantha paused, I could tell she was mulling over what that meant.