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he said, voice teasing but tense, “I call this… urban survival 101. Lesson one: never trust streetlights.” I rolled my eyes despite the adrenaline racing through me. “Lesson two: you’re insane.” He grinned, brushing a damp strand of hair from my face, thumb lingering against my cheek. “Adorable when scared,” he teased. “You’re welcome.” Hunters’ voices echoed nearby, coordinated, organized. We had no time for hesitation. Our only advantage was speed, wit, and a city full of shadows. We vaulted over low fences, leapt across fire escapes, and ducked into abandoned storefronts. Every corner brought danger, yet every stolen glance at Travis reminded me why we were still moving, still surviving.

a voice, scolded me in a mediocre tone, and the voice, I’m all too familiar with it. I turn my head to face the voice, and the first thing I see is a pink-colored phone shoved to my face again, with the video of me sprinting down the hallways, trying to escape a figure of what’s look to be like Stephen, but they edited they it and replaced his head with a dragon’s head, who’s roaring out fire from its mouth, “This is overly exaggerated, it hasn’t even been up to thirty minutes” I squint my eyes, trying to get a better view of the clip.

I am smarter. I clicked on the 'receive' icon and a blonde man appeared on the screen. "Oh, I am sorry. You are not Beta Marcus." He said. I rested on the couch with my laptop on my desk. "Of course. That's because I am the Luna and I am the real dealer and not Marcus. Marcus was just a substitute then." I made him understand. "Oh, you are the Luna. I am sorry your highness." He apologized. "It's fine. I assume you didn't know."

Disheartened she just prayed that she finds something or the other is in the bedside drawer. When she opened the drawer the first thing that she saw was a gun. Isabella did not even touch it or try to lift it because she had seen enough of thriller movies to know that you could surely get your fingerprints on that and she didn't want anything like that to happen. though she gasped when she saw it for the first time, she scolded herself mentally like what was she expecting in the mafia leaders drawer.

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"Baby girl, you will see your Jared in the afterlife. I am doing you a favor and you should thank me. Adios, baby girl," _____________________________________________________________________________ O_O This is tragic guys! Do you see this coming? Tell me in the comment what do you guys think of this chapter. don't forget to vote :) xoxo

"And why should I trust you?" He smirked. "Watch." Noah turned to the man. "What’s your name?" "Gerry George." My brow twitched. Noah's right, the serum worked. "Who do you work for?" I asked. "We’ve never seen his face. Not even the head scientist has. He always wears a mask. We just call him Boss." I folded my arms, pacing around Gerry like a predator. "Those beasts that attacked the school... what are they?" "The Ultimate Weapon. Transformed rogue wolves. The early versions failed, but recently, we’ve been getting success."

My phone lit up. [Ten minutes.] 'Ten minutes,' I repeated. Just hold on. Carlo—big bad Capo Pipino—spotted the movement. His eyes iced over. "Seriously? Calling the cops?" Before I could hide it, he yanked the phone from my hand and tossed it out the penthouse window. A sharp crack—then nothing. My last link to the outside world, gone. He crouched beside me, fingertips grazing my cheek, voice calm and lethal. "You know the rules. We don't call cops. And trust me, darling—traditori don't make it out alive."

His turquoise orbs shone with cruel fun. He resembled a hauntingly beautiful yet mysterious artwork. I grasped the end of my blanket tightly, hoping that it would provide me some sort of warmth or a sense of security. But nothing could make me feel safe now. My insides seemed to be burned and engulfed by a wicked wildfire as I started panicking. I was in the same room with a ruthless man, who was rumored to having left his humanity at the pit of hell and he broke in. My first instinct was to scream, but I couldn't. Nothing came out of me, I felt myself being paralyzed, just like those nightmares.

. "We have been living in another world but your conscious state nearly shattered when we broke the barrier between worlds. It took 3 years for you to come back to your body. You've lived but almost been an empty shell while we've roamed this earth. We took the girls from the war so they couldn't be used as tokens of war. Should you choose to return to aid in the war you may. However, I do advise you that the girls have become very fond of their pretend brother. You should retain memories from the life you have lived with us for the past 3 years as well. It may come in waves so take your time to adjust." As Frank listened to Ivan talk memory after memory of the last 3 years flowed through hi