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Broken Halo
It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun.
Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too.
By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.
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The Crimson Trail of Death
[Adrian's POV]
I felt her gaze on me as I treated the bruises on her skin, returning the first aid kit after.
"Try to get some rest now. I will handle everything; don't worry," I said, leaving the room after. I made my way outside the mansion, walking to the courtyard. I grabbed a shotgun in a swift mode, aiming it as I shot without blinking.
But yet, that did little to calm me down.
"I thought you didn't like hunting," a voice caught my attention, and my eyes landed on Uncle Gavin approaching me.
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Ghost Sniper
She moved the gun back to the left, to where the vehicle was parked and looked into her scope where she saw a couple who frequented the place, walk past the car into the casino.
A minute passed before the back door opened and Vladimir walked briskly to his car. She moved the gun slowly, as the criss cross mark in the scope traced his head, as he moved across the open space, till he got to his vehicle.
The moment he stopped to open it, that was when she squeezed the trigger. A second later, the window of the car was painted with blood and brain matter as Vladimir fell to the ground.
She dismantled the gun, packed the parts into the bag, and wore her wig and sunglasses, and made her way ba
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Chasing Back The Woman He Destroyed
“After the first attack at her house, I put trackers on her phone and yours. Just in case.”
I didn’t like it, but I didn’t have the strength to argue.
Finding Sophia was the only thing that mattered to me right now.
“Can you track her now?” I asked, my voice quiet.
Damien nodded once, “I’m on it. I have my team tracing her phone right now."
Damien’s phone rang again, and he picked it up while I still watched him like a hawk.
My heart was in my throat, but when he smiled, I felt a sliver of hope.
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The Clandestine Saga
Tracking Travis ended up being less difficult than they would have imagined. It turned out he was a straightforward sort of a Vampire. He basically seemed to stick to Highway 89 as he approached the Crazies and there were plenty of accounts of seeing a suspicious character, as well as the body of one elderly drifter that never made the evening news.
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Hunter's Wolf
I asked, and he looked away from me before speaking.
"Every wolf had the chance of experiencing that gift until Giles and John Hunter decided to thin out our population and ended up killing wolves that would have been fated to other wolves."
As soon as he mentioned the Hunters, an awkwardness settled in the atmosphere. I felt cheated. As an orphan, I felt unlucky not to have a family, but now that I knew I had one and I was being hunted because of them, I wished I could go back to my orphan days when I was unlucky but not hunted by werewolves. I would pick being unlucky over being hunted any day. Unfortunately, time travel hadn't been invented yet.
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Submissive to my boss
The tracker is on the opposite side of the auxiAmyr table , on the loveseat, with his glass of bourbon or tequila or rum nearby.
"So, how tractable do you need to converse with me?" He says in a loving tone.
In fact, I trust your abominable spouse will appear from the shadows and kill us with his eyes full of contempt. Or then again with aconite and belladonna as dry ice. I mean, who's the chance that it's not the extra glass of booze?
I investigate my brother. He points a little, subtly. “Well, uh, the Wild Hunt is here. — In Ramiro Red.
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Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by His Rival
And in the center of the madness, standing over the fallen body of one of Xander’s elites, was Tristan.
He looked up, his eyes locking onto my window. He looked like death itself, his suit ruined, his hands covered in blood.
Xander stepped out onto the balcony below me, his claws extended. "You have a lot of nerve coming here, Shadow."
Tristan didn't even flinch. He raised a hand, pointing a finger directly at the tower.
"I’m not here for a chat, Xander," Tristan’s voice carried through the wind, cold and lethal. "I’m here for my mate. And the child she’s carrying."
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The Billionaire’s Blood Debt: Ruined by My Enemy
"And I wanted to see if my new partner knew how to trace a shadow key under pressure."
"I don't just trace them, Killian," I breathed, my hand sliding onto the desk, my fingers brushing against his large, heavy wrist. The contact was a sudden, localized heat, my thumb tracing the outer edge of his platinum cuff with a silent, demanding pressure of my own. "I rewrite them. The tracking worm didn't just log the terminal ID. I just locked Croft's Swiss intermediary in a recursive feedback loop."
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Iron Serpent Chronicles
We'd made it back to North Cross in less than three hours. Taryk had pulled some strings and we were given an escort. We jettisoned through traffic.
"We got the lock on her phone, now we just need for her to stop moving," Xander said as he dropped his shit next to his console of screens and computer equipment.
"How far can the signal trace her?" I asked. I can't lose her. Not like this.
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Exploring the emotional depth of Tracer and Widowmaker’s forbidden romance in 'Overwatch' fanfiction often leads me to stories that delve into their contrasting personalities and shared vulnerabilities. One standout fic I’ve read portrays Tracer’s relentless optimism clashing with Widowmaker’s cold, calculated demeanor, only to find common ground in their shared loneliness. The narrative weaves in flashbacks of Widowmaker’s past as Amélie, adding layers of tragedy to her character. Tracer’s determination to 'save' her becomes a metaphor for redemption, not just for Widowmaker but for herself. The story doesn’t shy away from the moral complexities—Tracer’s loyalty to Overwatch versus her growing feelings for a Talon operative. It’s a slow burn, filled with tension and moments of quiet intimacy, like Tracer teaching Widowmaker to dance again, reclaiming a piece of her humanity. The ending is bittersweet, leaving readers questioning whether love can truly conquer all in a world of war and betrayal.
Another aspect I appreciate is how the fic explores the psychological toll of Widowmaker’s conditioning. Tracer’s empathy becomes a lifeline, but it’s not a quick fix. The story emphasizes the struggle of rebuilding trust and identity, making their romance feel earned rather than forced. The writing is poetic, with vivid descriptions of their shared moments—like watching the sunrise from a Parisian rooftop, a silent acknowledgment of their fragile connection. It’s a story that stays with you, challenging the boundaries of love and loyalty in a divided world.
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