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He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

she gazed at the screen in disbelief as she looked up searching for who had sent the message, as she was about runnig back to the gallery in panick A figure appeared from the darkness wearing a hoodie, his face lit up by the glow of a nearby streetlamp. She staggers back as the figure keeps advancing toward her, his features becoming clearer with each step. Eleanor's eyes widen as she tries to figure out who the masked figure is, her mind racing with confusion. As she watches the masked figure's face was twisted into a mischievous smirk, his eyes glistening with a threatening look that makes her blood run cold. Her phone slips from her trembling hands as she stares at him in horror.

"Mr, I don't think we've met before, no?" "The name is Spider" The man said and nodded, a playful smirk on his face "You don't remember me anymore?" Diana frowned and squinted at him. She couldn't recall anyone with that name. It was just for a second she got distracted and the next moment, she felt her hands being flunged away from him forcefully, making the knife in her hand fly a few feet away and so quickly, with a speed she didn't think was possible, he brought his hands down on her, aiming to strike her on the head but Diana side stepped to the left instinctively.

The Twist: Marcus uses his new hybrid speed to disarm the mercenaries, snapping wrists and throwing bodies through the glass partition walls. It happened so fast it was scary. Marcus was a dark shadow moving across the office. He slammed into the first guard before the man could even pull his trigger. Marcus grabbed the man’s thick arm and twisted it hard. The loud crack of snapping wrists echoed in the quiet room. The guard dropped his rifle instantly, screaming in pure agony.

“Where did it go?” And then, she saw it. Now it was on the floor. Crawling toward her like a tiny eight-legged menace with evil intentions. “No. No, no, no—” Dysis whimpered, her eyes darting between the spider and Alexander, panic growing by the second. Without thinking, she climbed onto him. Not figuratively. Literally. With a single, smooth movement, she clambered onto his torso, her arms encircling his neck and her legs gripping his waist like a frightened koala. Her heart was pounding in her chest as though her life relied on it.

"Who the fuck do you work for? Is it Suven Orbloko? Did the Resgiv hire you?" "Please…" he coughed as he shook him, spewing blood onto his hands, Damien grimaced in disgust and smacked him hard across the face. "This is an Italian, designer suit, you moron!" He wiped off his hands on his clothes and smacked him yet again. "Not so tough now, huh, buddy, so you want to beg like a little pussy, now?" Spider chuckled, knocking the back of his head with a hot fist. Charlize's face mantled with excitement as she watched on.

But Spider was too quick, catching her wrist and holding it in a tight grip. He pushed her backwards, and pinned her to the wall, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Let me go!" She demanded, struggling against his grip. “Don't always use my desires against me!” But Spider just smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're not the boss here, not right now," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. The woman's eyes widened in shock, her body trembling, as her body suddenly began desiring his rough touches, her breath hitched, and slowly her anger melted away.

she whined, shaking her head. “I doubt anything like that would happen,” he objected and massaged his hands through her hair. “There’s nothing in here. If there was, I already got rid of it.” Anelia raised her head slightly. “Okay.” “I didn’t know you were afraid of spiders,” Dexter spoke, pretending to be surprised. He silently watched her, his eyes shining with mirth. “Aren’t you going to let go of me?”

I'm on display, for Dante and Dante alone. He's perfectly in control until the tailor's assistant, a man in his twenties, touches me in a way Dante disapproves of. His hand lands on the curve of my butt, just checking some measurement, and Dante is up out of his chair like a shot, his hand clamping down over the young man's wrist. The assistant's eyes widen, and I can see fear blooming in them. Dante says something to him, his voice low, but I can't make out what he says.

“I feel clarity.” The alpha bond steadies not surging, not dominating; anchoring me instead of amplifying me, I move cleaner in shorter motions, no wasted strength. Darius overextends. I catch his wrist, twist, drive him down into the snow hard enough to crater it, my knee pins his chest, my forearm presses against his throat. He wheezes, then laughs, blood at the corner of his mouth. “You could end me.” “I could,” I agree. “You won’t,” he says. “Because he’s watching.”