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he warned, his voice low as he stepped even closer, making my chest tighten. “I know that. Why were you calling me?” I asked, finally meeting his gaze, though my breath was still uneven. “There’s a new inmate,” he replied, turning and walking away, his tone calmer now. “Really? We got another troublemaker?” I scoffed, a faint smirk forming as I followed him, my curiosity creeping in despite myself. “Who is he? Another shoplifter? A petty thief? Or some small-time criminal?” “In for murder. A mass murderer, to be exact,” he answered flatly.

This wasn't a story about her family life, and the two of them and Shuji, he couldn't help but glance at Lixue. "Who are you to tell you about her problems with her daddy? She wouldn't be like that if you hadn’t told her." Hyo stated. She folded her arms and walked away. They were talking in the living room and reading the book that Lixue's uncle had given her. Akatsuki and Hyo were even more surprised because the book Erika was reading was blank, not even a single sentence written on it. "And then, what kind of book is my cousin holding? I don't see anything written on each page." Hyo said. Akatsuki and Lixue stopped what they were doing.

Mikhail opened his mouth to say something but then emptied his glass without saying anything. Jeremy took a sip from his glass. His investigations faced a dead end with Moses Mosley. But there is no animosity between Jacquesand Moses. That only means that someone pays Moses enough to get her. If he finds out who that is, it would be easy for him to deal with them. "She..." Mikhail let out a deep breath and Jeremy looked at him. Mikhail isn't loose-lipped and he has high alcohol tolerance. That means he means to speak to him about this.

But considering the action LIGHTS had taken recently against his kind, he would find a way to accomplish the task at hand. His eyes flickered back to the ancient book in front of him. Handwritten and hand bound, it was older than any volume he’d ever held before. As far as he knew, there were only two others like it in the world. One was with the doctor who’d contacted him somewhere in Eastern Europe, though he didn’t know where. The other was allegedly in the archives the LIGHTS team housed in Kansas City. If they were even aware of the legends it held, he doubted they’d think to access it for something as simple as an Eidolon Festival. Sure, the evening news would remind everyone that the

Turning the light switch on, her eyes caught sight of an abnormality in the huge crack May made on the wall. It was as if there was smoke going through it. Suddenly Stacey felt an uneasy chilly feeling in her spine. Fortunately, she used a notebook she found on May's desk and poked it in the crack. She felt as if fear jumped out of her brain and shook her body down to her feet when the book faded from her hands. **" The sands are actually dark matter. It's a form of matter that holds all molecules of visible matter together but I don't know how it got so much that if it makes contact with visible matter, it will disintegrate it."**

“That was short and sweet.” “As was mine,” I grumbled. She shuddered. “I forgot that they faked your death. It’s a bit creepy to think that there’s a headstone out there with your name on it.” “I wonder if it says Esmerelda Sleuth or Esmerelda Northrup,” I mused. “We’ll have to check,” she said. “Unless you want to ask him really quickly.” I shook my head. “I can’t waste the magic. I just hate the fact that so much of it was used up by that creep Tillman. This may very well be my last communication with Lance. It sucks.”

I smiled and brought out a new novel I got from the store the other day and opened the first chapter to read. There are like ten minutes before assembly starts so I can read at least a chapter or two before it starts. ‘Hmm… interesting’ i thought to myself. “Why didn't I know about this book already?” I muttered under my breath and turned to the next page. “Very interesting.” “I know it is,” I turned my head to see Chris put his bag on the desk beside me and sat down on the chair. “Even though I haven't read it, I know it is interesting”

,I murmured to myself grinning from ear to ear,I love this girl so much. Gosh,it's already 10:15pm,I had gotten so engrossed in the files I was going through that I had forgotten that Linda didn't bring her car to work today. I called my secretary to ask about Linda and she told me that it seems she's still sleeping and I gasped. Linda is supposed to go home at 8:00pm and it's already 10:15pm , my secretary and my personal assistant are the only ones allowed to stay at work with me till 10:30pm and that is if I have lots to do that I could not go home early.

I hurry to open the message. Unknown:Room 636. 9pm. Don't be late. Oh. My. God. Oh my God. This is really happening. He's booked a room. Holy shit. I'm going to meet him tomorrow. I'll be in a room, doing whatever he wants tomorrow.

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