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I'm standing in the woods near the house, I'm trying to scent him. There is two different trails. He's been close, watching us. I decide to follow the scent on the left. It's weaving all around. It's led me in circles. Thorne is extremely intelligent. This is a game for him. I go back to where I started. Close my eyes and search. Another scent trail appears before me as well as the previous one to my right. He's here. I follow the new trail. I'm running. Determined to find him. To kill him. I feel it in every part of me. This drive to see him fall.

My last desire wasn't for fame or money—it was just to see her smile one more time, without a barrier between us. Oh, I thought, a detached, peaceful curiosity blooming in the center of the blackness. I forgot to tell them about the flash drive in the... The thought flickered out like a candle in a gale. There was no more Mary. No more secrets. No more fear. Just the silent, spinning phone on the tripod, broadcasting a spray of red across a white wall and the empty chair where a whistleblower had stood a second before. A hundred thousand people watched as the screen went black, the last thing they heard being the heavy, rhythmic thud of a tactical boot stepping over a fallen body.

I simply shook my head and rolled off him, moving back onto my side of the bed. I could understand his point to a degree, but I didn't see any threat to Luara or me. The only danger to us was Olie, who Torey had killed. He had mentioned about more frequent rogue attacks along with rogues attempting to cross our borders, but they never managed to get far. I simply laid on my side, Torey eventually sighed before laying back down, his arms reaching out to grab me, pulling me to his chest. His arm draping over my stomach, kissing the back of my head before whispering.

Orlando stretched out his hands for her to shake and she reluctantly accepted it, when she did the feeling of closeness became stronger. ‘wait a second… I remember those glasses- I-I remember that face… that voice... it sounds so familiar’ After a few seconds, her blood ran cold upon realizing it. ‘Oh my gosh! It’s the guy who tried to kill me!’ AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello dear fam! Just a short notice that there will be gradual changes to my work, but do not forget to add it to your library right now so you don't miss the new updates. Billionaire spy is undergoing final edits. Peace out! © 2021 Salem Goodness

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

"If my cousin were this excellent, I'd be proud of her. Meanwhile, you're out here accusing her of hiding your admission ticket?" "Wait... so you stole your cousin's exam score at HER OWN college acceptance party and pretended it was yours?" "What kind of insane family is this?!" Things escalated even further when several local influencers reposted the intern reporter's article. One education-focused creator even uploaded an entire breakdown video titled: "It Wasn't Just an Admission Ticket That Was Stolen". The video passed a million views overnight.

Explosions lit the sky in fiery bursts, a horrifying symphony of chaos that played out in the streets below. My chest was tight, the air heavy with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. It was everywhere—on the ground, on my hands, even in the back of my throat. I had forgotten what clean air smelled like. “They think they can take me,” Viktor said, his voice steady, almost amused. He stared out the massive window of his penthouse, his expression a strange mix of calm and fury. “But they don’t know who they’re dealing with.” I looked at him, the man who had become both my savior and my captor, my creator and my destroyer.

She gives him a brief smile and then her and the children quickly make their way down the road. This is the type of trick that we learn in the Thieve's Guild. It is a way to exchange information without anybody realizing that that is what you are doing. The woman is most likely being blackmailed by the man to get him the information that he needs. She is likely just trying to survive while raising her kids.

Without pausing, he delivered a forceful kick, causing the guard to stumble and collapse onto his unconscious comrade. Returning his blade to its sheath, Anom glanced towards the camp before pivoting and sprinting toward the entrance of the ruins. Moments later, the sound of footsteps echoed as the vice leader and two additional guards arrived, alerted by the commotion and giving chase without hesitation. … Anom approached the entrance with caution, his experience as a seasoned thief urging him to exercise prudence. Having encountered various ruins during his travels, he understood the perils that lay within. Ancient civilizations often devised intricate traps that posed challenges even to m

It was a Rolex, worth at least $60 000. Never in my three years had I ever been caught. Because I was skilled. Because I was smooth and I went undetected. And because I never made anything personal. But it is all bound to come to an end sooner or later. Too bad, it turned out to be sooner. I felt a hand harshly grip hold of my arm. I turned in panic and saw the man I was stealing a watch from, boring his eyes into mine. ”I like my watch. And I'd like to keep it.” I gulped. This had never happened but the guys said that if ever I did get caught, just pretend like it was a mistake.