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she snapped. Carlo's hand clenched into a fist, his face filled with emotions, mostly anger, like he wanted to punch her but was doing everything not to. "Really? How disappointing. I always thought you were more than this, thought you were intelligent and knew what you wanted, but I was wrong! You're just another foolish slut!" he insulted. "Do you know that Mr. Mason has been taken to the hospital due to your vile actions? Do you know how enormous the bills are going to be? You're done for if he decides to take legal action against you!"

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

The room was cloaked in darkness, the air heavy with tension. Haider, the ruthless Mafia lord, stood at the epicenter, his imposing figure casting an intimidating shadow. His face contorted with anger and frustration, a stark reflection of his power and ruthlessness. The dim light revealed a twisted smile curling on his lips, a chilling display of his sadistic pleasure. At his side stood Ian, a loyal and merciless enforcer, his mere presence evoking fear in those who dared to oppose Haider. Veronika, Haider's trusted left hand, exuded a sense of cold determination, mirroring her leader's unwavering resolve.

Mia kept on yelling for help and calling out to her father but she didn't get any reply, no one came to her but then she felt something from behind. She felt like she wasn't alone and when she turned around to look at what was standing behind her, she nearly passe out as the horrible creature stood in front of her. It's face was so beautiful and she couldn't tell who or what is was but part of its face had the scale of a fish and it's hair was made of brown snakes. "Welcome to a world where it is just you and I my beautiful Mia" the creature spoke and brought out it's tongue which looked like that of a snake except it was longer and thicker.

Maahir is stunned for a while, and after a second, he regained his composure and started dialing Barry. Barry Morgan is a vicious fellow, who was very brute. His presence makes people frightened and surrender, his one shout is enough to make people die of a heart attack. He was very ogre, and his ways were far beyond violent. He won't even think for a second to kill a person. He will make people plead for death, and he is an inhuman bloodthirsty man. "Yes, Maahir. Tell me what should I do." Barry answered the call in a husky tone.

In the heaviness that settled on him when old history brushed too close to the present. Red Maw had done that tonight. My jaw tightened at the thought of them. Their name always brought with it a particular kind of disgust, not the hot, clean kind you feel for an enemy you can strike directly, but something fouler. Red Maw were not disciplined enough to be honourable and not chaotic enough to be harmless. They moved where weakness gathered. Drugs, debt, dirt, lone wolves with no spine and too much appetite, all of it seemed to cling to them. Groups like that did not merely make trouble. They spoiled things. Ground, bodies, loyalties, everything they touched seemed to come away fouled.

Hattie joyfully threw herself into Lucas's arms. Lucas gently touched Hattie's head but then wore an unsatisfied look. Hattie was a gifted person with Grade S Genes. However, she was still only a Level 7 Awakened One. "Senior, you really scared me there," said Hattie with her lips puckered. Lucas smiled and lifted his head only to find that both Maren and Mia were staring at him with teary eyes. Maren was a Rank 3 Evolved One and a talented woman with Grade S Genes. Lucas had once thought that Maren was not from Anchorage Base City.

Author's NOte: Ruthless Love- MIAN LEADS Taehyung Kensington ; Age 28 In the shadowed alleys of the city, where whispers of dread weave through the night air like sinister threads, there exists a figure feared even among the most hardened souls. Taehyung Kensington, a name that strikes terror into the hearts of those who dare utter it, is the ruthless orchestrator of a blood-thirsty mafia empire. With piercing eyes that betray no hint of compassion and a demeanor as cold as the steel of the weapons he wields with deadly precision, Taehyung is a man devoid of humanity, his conscience drowned in the murky depths of his own insatiable thirst for power and revenge.

In the past they protected me, but they couldn't have saved me from the monster that is depression. 'I wonder if they are still my boys?' A lot can change in six years. "Not here," I say shaking my head noticing the Professor has arrived by is taking his time getting situated at his desk. My eyes roam over their once-familiar faces and bodies. Lachlan Hartley, who spoke first, is fair-skinned with blonde hair and bright Caribbean blue eyes. A paint-stained t-shirt covers the wide expanse of his chest while colorful tattoos cover his arms and up his neck.

he aks Teil. "About ninety men." Teil replied simply. Silence. "It isn't enough." Hayden said, tapping his fingers on the desk. "We're going up against a group of insane monsters, and the leader is no different. We are talking about a guy who murdered a student with a fork at the age of thirteen." Hayden says matter of factly, to let them know of the gravity of the situation. Which meant, if they made one wrong move, he would be waiting, and won't hesitate to destroy them all. He didn't need to say this, they already knew.