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Tobi said, still staring at me with his forehead creased. Tobi’s mom called me, we moved away from Tobi and his father. “Since your parents are busy and wouldn’t be able to attend to your needs right now. Use this, just in case.” She said and handed me a red capsule with no label in it. “What is this?” I asked. She smiled at me and whispered into my ears. “That is viagra, you know if you need it.” She said and then winked at me. I gasped at what she just said, and immediately put the capsules on my jeans pocket when Tobi came to us.

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

Marissa read hers, "I'm a single Mom's daughter, I was gravely ill, not later I found out the medicine she bought as cure is poisoning me so I had a hidden grudge on her. I'm a killer. The target will be blindfolded and hide from the killers, and the killers can choose to catch the target and tickle her or help her escape the other killers. The blindfolded target can have a chance to stop the tickling if he or she will be able to name the killer in front of her. We played the game afterwards after explaining it briefly to them. The game appeared to be fun and successful, if I do say so myself. "That was fun!" Marissa said, panting from running all afternoon. "Yeah," they all said.

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“God, I miss you, Quinn.” “You’re working this weekend, aren’t you?” “I am.” “I have to go over a week before I can see you again?” she blurts, and I can tell she immediately feels bad. “It’s fine. I’ll send you naughty pictures. We can FaceTime, and I found a website that does the casting to make your penis into a sparkly dildo.” “Well, now I know what to get you for your birthday.”

He nudged her knees with his foot until she made a noise of protest and then grudgingly shifted half an inch. “Just need ten minutes of doomscrolling before I doom‑sleep,” he said. “Romantic,” she muttered, eyes still on her own screen. He smirked and opened a browser. An article about urban legends melted into a link roundup about horror web serials. He clicked one without thinking, thumb lazy. The site that loaded wasn’t flashy. Plain white background. Black text. Username at the top: **InkAndAshes**. Title: **SURVIVAL GAME – EPISODE 1: THE BUS**

He clicked the d******d button and waited for a bit, his internet speed seemed awfully slow at that moment and Asher bit back a frustrated scream. The game was finally d******ded after thirty minutes of waiting and Asher launched it. A loading screen popped up with a ghost as the icon, it loaded fast and changed to a chat screen. Asher paused at the screen and thought; so it wasn’t a game but an app for directly chatting with them. His eyes looked over the interface, it was uselessly simple, too much for the amount of space and gigabits it used not to mention the slow d******d speed. There was a search button at the top and he clicked on it then inputted the id, it brought out an icon only,

It's been over an hour now and just as I get as comfortable as I could be in this situation, there's a deafening scream with loud bangs, roars, and the infamous sounds of gunshots. I start darting my eye around trying to find something I can use to help get me out of here, but it's of no use. Mud won't unlock the chains or undo the screws of the cellar door I lay behind. So I pull at the chains trying my damndest to make them loose enough for me to free myself but still nothing. I mean what am I thinking? I'm almost 13 and have no connection with my wolf, if I even have one, I'm sickly thin and have no muscle to rely on

V. I watch Wendy ride me, and I know she doesn't have any real interest in me. I don't have any interest in her either. I'm only using her to get what I want. She thinks I'm going to help her get Joel, but all I'm doing is putting a target on her back. Her dad was a sick bastard who was responsible for my mate's death. Shifters don't usually cheat on their mates, but he convinced Gail to sleep with him. I believe he drugged her because when she realized what she'd done, she was never the same. She ended up killing herself because of the guilt. I blamed Cline. He's the reason she was destroyed. So I killed him.

Such a big gap from my salary, I want to cry. "Do you know those top 5 Companies?" I finally asked, changing the topic "Let me see," he cupped his chin while thinking, I do not know but it has been bothering me. How come he's telling all of this to me without hesitation? "Number 5 lies my company, Gun Company. Number 4 lays the Bugaboo Company; they specialized in bombs, kinds of bombs like nuclear, missiles, and others. Three, the Vortex Company, specialized in computers, hacking, tracking. Yeah, you could say they're trolling too. Second, lays the Cyan Cascade Company, specializing in technology; robotics, transportation, machines, and many more."