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By oppression and judgment he was taken away, and as for his generation, who considered that he was cut off out of the land of the living, stricken for the transgression of my people? - Isaiah 53:8 * * * * The Starlight’s Hall bar in Kabukicho is one that is regularly frequented by Hati members, though this fact was unknown to all but the owner of the bar, Mizuki Itou, a young man in his mid-twenties who had dropped out of college after failing his examinations. And because the bar was located in underground Shinjuku, Mizuki hears a lot of news and gossip going in and out of his bar, and the man also happens to be one of Yuri Kirisawa’s informants and friends.

Yamaga hums in response as his eyes scans all over its body, Turning his gaze towards the camera girl. “Are you dont taking the pictures?” Yamaga asked as the photographer nods its head in response. “Believe me then tell me who would drain their victim’s blood rather than the vampire and then we still havent caught him like he just doesn’t really exist at all.” Yamaga just listens to his partner carefully turning the body around carefully. “Chio!” “Sorry sir” Chio closes his eyes tight shut bowing at the end. Seeing the girl just in her white bra and panties with no mark on her body, tugging the hair away from its face. Seeing the huge purple mark over the coner of his forehead leaving the

Her eyes seem to shimmer between their dark brown and a jade green, a color that deeply intrigues me. “Vega women do not look down, Umiko; there is no need to lower your head to me,” I say, then leave the room for the bathroom before she can answer me. Who would have thought that a silent, submissive woman would come to be my fated mate? I crave the violence and bloodshed of a good hunt and war; I fuck whoever I want to sate my needs and kill without remorse.

Jasper Vicente would be startled at every sudden loud noise and his eyes would follow the person intently, as if constantly gauging whether the person meant harm to him or not. Still, he showed a smile when he saw Hera. It was like seeing warm sunshine after a long rain. Hera couldn’t bring herself to ask him what had happened. She didn’t want him to recall his horrible experiences. But then Jasper suddenly blurted out that the mission was rigged. Although the plan was meticulously made, all of a sudden, reinforcements came too late. It was only luck that he even survived and was intact with only bullet wounds all over his body. Hera wasn’t sure if this was his PTSD talking. But she still to

Mizuki exclaimed and immediately took the ax in front of the door. Bruck—The ax sliced ​​through Afifah's leg, but didn't break. Mizuki continued to brutally crush Afifah until the girl's blood splashed on him. Afifah kept begging him, but Mizuki seemed to be deafening. And Brukk--- he kicked Afifah's chest making her intestines and insides spit out. Mizuki immediately took Afifah's heart which was still warm. He carved Afifah's body with the usual carvings and pinned the symbol next to Afifah's body which he had moved into the room behind them. Mizuki smiled evilly, his steps were about to leave Afifah. But Mizuki's movement was stopped when a hand touched her leg. He looked at Afifah who s

Novel: Soul Shard Captor [BL Version] Series: World & Soul Bureau Series Author: Lucy Pan Dora Started serializing on: 27th of June, 2020 On Goodnovel since: 6th of October, 2020 === LINKS === Support the author: ko-fi.com/lucypandora Author website: lucypandora.com Discord: lucypandora.com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time

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Cold, detached like they were here to judge a science experiment instead of a half-dead teenager covered in exploded Zyron juice. Captain Kian. Assistant Captain Rowan. Morgana. And two other people who, for the life of me, I couldn’t recognize but radiated the kind of ancient authority that made my stomach twist. One of them looked like he hadn’t blinked in a century and the other had a pen floating midair, scribbling notes on a scroll I couldn’t read. Captain Kian leaned forward, his voice calm, too calm for a man who saw one of his own new members burst into jam. “We are not saying it’s wrong that you killed him, Violet. This is the Inferno Sect. Killing is sport here.”

The man fought desperately, "I didn't do anything! I'm being framed! You have no evidence, you can't detain me..." Damien pointed to the surveillance camera above and said to the officers, "There's a camera up there. You can check the footage. As for my wife, she's had too much to drink, so I'll take her home..."

The heat from the acidic pool scorched the air, making the vitaecer sweat profusely as it dripped down his furrowed brow. Across the room, a woman with a blue teardrop tattoo, the ink swirling down from her eye and stopping just beneath her cheek, stood silently. Argent. She was a figure of serene danger, her silver hair braided tightly and falling all the way to her feet. She was clad in sleek, black armor, her nails like sharp claws, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with detached curiosity. Her eyes glimmered under the flickering candlelight, as if she found some kind of amusement in the vitaecer’s torment.