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"She'll make her own way back." "Does she do that often." "More than is comfortable," Alina said. She pulled up the system. [HOST THREE PROTOCOL: INACTIVE] [ZARIA BLAKES: LOCATION UNKNOWN] [ORGANIZATION ASSETS: STATUS UNKNOWN] Status unknown. Carver and the man without a name, status unknown. She looked at that for a moment then closed the window because looking at it didn't change it and she needed to think about what came next rather than what had just happened.

my father said, showing Marcus an advert on his phone. "Could you trace the IP of that ad?" Marcus asked, and my father shook his head. "Its origin is on the dark web," He replied, and Marcus felt a bit uneasy. "Bold and cautious," Marcus said, nodding. "Do we have names yet?" he asked my father. "My brother's name is still the only known trafficker. I guess eliminating him made the other's careful." my father confessed, sounding a bit ashamed. I had to speak. "Wait, was uncle Jack involved in all of this?" I asked, surprised at what I was hearing.

He was wielding a massive hamaxe¹. Will immediately knew he had made a mistake, he had severely underestimated the technology of the Orcs, maybe even this world. He ȧssumed just because the Goblins were this primitive, everyone else wouldn't be too far ahead. [I should have taken them all away, now we're all going to die.] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move.

she said. Joan arched her brow in amazement brushing her hands through her hair "and who the fuck are you to tell me who to talk to and who not to talk to? You aren't my god damn mother!" She sounded pretty hostile. The lady chortled, she was called K.K "I am only being honest with you, they are only going to get you into trouble and you know what that means don't you? They are very bad Joan!"

The threat hung in the air like a storm cloud, and Nysaa Everhart was about to face the full force of Mace Sinclair's manipulative power. Lather that day, Another knock echoed through Nysaa's bungalow, interrupting the chaos that had engulfed her world. She let out an exasperated sigh, reluctantly making her way to the door. She had no idea who could be bothering her now, but she was in no mood for any more unwelcome surprises. As she swung the door open, her sapphire eyes narrowed with irritation at the sight of a stranger standing before her. "Who the hell are you?" she spat out, her sharp tongue ever ready to hurl insults.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

The lady was still surprised. "Are you the famous designer, Katie. How do you know her?" Susan interrupted from behind. "Oh we've known each other. She designed the best gown for my daughter on her wedding." Katie explained. "And you?" "I.. am the model, from New York, Susan Hayes" Susan was stunned to hear that Katie doesn't know her. "How can someone not recognise me?" She thought. Haha!! Isn't this a bit funny?!!! Maybe you are famous in New York but... Not here Miss Hayes!!

After Charles and I talked, I immediately opened my F******k. There were some notifications but I ignored them. I just looked for the invitation to our reunion. And true enough there is. I clicked it. I saw that almost everyone will come, the others are maybe but no one chose the not joining choice. I browse who's going. I saw Jester and Rachel's name using Jester's surname. I felt a pain in my heart. Suddenly my heart beat faster. I'm nervous.

Tired of pretending the holidays didn’t take every insecurity I owned and amplify it by ten. The worst part was that I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. Not really. Just that I needed space. Somewhere, I wasn’t being watched. Somewhere, I didn’t feel like a progress report. Somewhere I could exist without explanation. I reached for my phone again. I wasn’t planning anything dramatic. This wasn’t a breakdown. This was a browse. A harmless scroll. Completely reasonable behaviour. I opened a travel app. France appeared almost immediately, as if it had been waiting for me to admit something.

The president saw that he could not answer or maybe not willing to answer, so he said “ Actually, the people we see in the news that enter domains do not actually enter it. The moment they go inside, some kind of force rejects them after only some time. It could be the case that it does not consider them up to the caliber. Maybe they don’t contain something that is required”