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“I don’t want betrayals or knowing how my dad hurt me, and I don’t want to leave the life I’ve known or comply with your ridiculous ‘do or die’ rules.” He stopped in front of her. “And now someone wants me dead?” “I’ll find the Taakin bastard.” “That’s the other thing.” She shoved him in the chest. “Why do I even like you?” Stralath didn’t budge, and she spat out whispered words. “Han Solo—you’re not even human. I need a simple, boring guy. Someone who perhaps plays video games and likes Star Wars, and not someone who is an intergalactic asshole adventurer.” “What is Han Solo?” Stralath frowned.

“You were the perfect golden child who viewed all others as far below you, yet now you learned of hierarchies and call lesser beings your friends. You even deem them equals when they are nothing but maggots beneath our feet! Eirian leaned over to watch Dorin struggling on her hold on him. She didn’t notice a certain medic slowly crawling towards them. “And now that you have locked your id in your Phasma core,” she continued, “you have even lost the fun in you.” She frowned at Dorin. “Now I’m thorn between letting you keep that core for you to reach your full potential, or simply shattering it myself to get the old Dorin back.” She gave an annoyed sigh.

He frustratingly said. “That’s absurd.” “Yeah, right!” He even snapped in anger. “Oh, sorry.” I gave him a nod and did not mind his outburst. “But she said, she’s pregnant with your child.” He shook his head looking in disbelief. “Impossible, I never touched her, she’s a child for effin’ sake.” I agree, she was just too obsessed. Which was understandable, looking at Kylo, he was almost perfect. A strong Alpha, good-looking, charming, and caring.

That is what was discussed. This is terribly distressing, I think as I take a long sip from the goblet in front of me, knowing that the sweetness of its contents is the only thing that will soothe my now frazzled nerves. Why do those awful creatures have to be on such good terms with the humans? I preferred things the way they used to be. No alliances. No friendships. Every man (and humanoid) for himself. Even among your own species, you couldn’t be sure where loyalties really laid. It was utter chaos. And it was glorious.

They are already so hideous, I already feel like a victim just for having to see their faces. And what’s with their terrible character? This one just licked his lips and throws me a dirty smirk like I’m some cheap harlot that got sold to him for half the price of a cookie… I’m definitely killing him. I cannot believe he’s this disgusting and annoying. His face and his… everything about him, he looks like a sheep in wolf’s clothing, and he does look like he needs the money. It can be so much better, far really better. I want to find it so hard to punch someone in the face just because he’s so cute; I don’t want to ruin that glamorous look. Umbra can do better, like a lot better.

He knew that he would be murdered if he refused to yield to the Elysium Gate. Darryl nodded and turned to the Ten Villains. "What about you guys?" All of them had a unique appearance, which was interesting. Oldest Villain One was an overweight man with a chubby face. He had a striking five-inches long scar on his left cheek. Old Villain Two looked smart and refined; he had a striking appearance. Old Villain Eight was the most interesting one. He had an afro, and he was as skinny as a twig. He looked like a living feather duster from a distance!

"A big boat? Of course I know what a boat is, Declan, my brain isn't a vegetable. But Leonardo DiCaprio didn't sketch people on icebergs. He was busy fighting the gladiators in the Roman Colosseum while the ship was burning to the ground!" Declan stopped dead in his tracks, letting out a sudden, boisterous laugh that echoed over the dunes. "Gladiators in the Colosseum? Man, your brain really did a spectacular remix of Hollywood history. What about Star Wars? Giant space swords, little green men speaking backward, a guy named Darth Vader who is desperately in need of throat lozenges?" "Space swords are ridiculous," I retorted, crossing my uninjured arm over my chest as we turned a corner. "Ev

They wouldn’t heal, because they weren’t fucking there anymore. I don’t know if you have seen Star Wars, but I was forced to watch those movies at an age that might not even be appropriate. As a kid, watching Anakin turn to the dark side and then have his fucking legs chopped off by his teacher, Obi Wan, was a lot. And Grandpa looked like Anakin did before he got that fucking Darth Vader suit. He was burned almost everywhere, and he was missing both his legs, from the knee down. I picked Grandpa up and held him like a fucking baby. I didn’t even realize I was crying until the drops started falling on his charred skin.

It was clear from the looks of contempt on their faces that they did not think Liam was a worthy opponent. All it took was one glance for Liam to figure them out; the man in the lead was a Second Order War King, whereas the remaining four were First Order War Kings. They were powerful, indeed, which would explain their attitude. However, as powerful as they were to an ordinary person, they were no match for Liam at all! Liam glanced around his surroundings, and upon realizing that Celena was nowhere to be found, his blood boiled. One of the men from the group stepped forward. His right arm was shortened to almost a stump and wrapped in a bandage. Clearly, this was the motorcyclist whom Liam

Much to his dismay, whether he chooses to acknowledge that or not. “Who else? The wicked witch of the west.” Leia grumbled. I let out a loud laugh at her choice of words, causing those passing by to form the assumption I’d gone slightly mad as they shot me bewildered looks. “I honestly have no idea, but she’s older than mum.” I shrugged. Truth be told, I really hadn’t thought about it. “Ah, so the decaying wicked witch of the west.” She snorted. “Maybe her brittle bones will just snap and we won’t have to do anything.”