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Noah’s P.O.V The seventh game of the regionals ended with the Arctic Blades fucking demolishing the Wisconsin's titans. The titans, of all the teams.. I could still feel the sting in my thighs from the sprints and the vibration in my hands from that final slapshot that screamed past their goalie and lit the whole fucking stadium on fire. The crowd was still roaring in my head but the celebratory noise wasn't enough to wipe off the ridiculous grin on my face as I skated off the ice.

She curled up on the sofa and gathered herself up to the pleasure of her meditation. Penny was certain that Uncle Charles would like Jeremy. As a young man Uncle Charles had been passionately fond of golf and shooting. Jeremy's main hobbies. With a little smile she anticipated their conversation... Centering round gun dogs or golf clubs. She was not quite so certain that Aunt Ann would approve. Aunt Ann was a strange woman, full of wisdom and yet full of the most old fashioned clichés. Penny could almost see her regarding Jeremy through her spectacles, noticing his above the average looks and hear her saying : "All the goods are not in the shop window, Penny"

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

“Now show me those punches again.” I took my phone out and typed a text to Charlotte. Blake: Three for dinner tonight Charlotte: Anyone I know? Blake: No. She didn’t send anything back and I watched William as he finally got the knee part right. “Do you feel that, right there, the powerful feeling that goes through your whole leg as your knee slams into the leather?” William nodded and wiped the sweat from his brow. “That’s how you know you’re doing it right. It works the same with the punches, kid. Don’t hit at the target, hit through it. You punch much harder when you think like that.”

Zach furrowed his brow, his words carrying a weight of sincerity. "I'll make it up to you. I can do anything you want—" "Anything, except marry me," I interrupted coldly, finishing the sentence for him. I stood up, walked to the liquor cabinet, and pulled out the most expensive bottle of wine. I uncorked it and poured two glasses. "It's been almost ten years. Let's put an end to it tonight. There'll be no more debts between us from here on out."

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I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

one of the giant said his name was Ron. Derek chuckled darkly " I see you guys don't need your life anymore, now be good and step out of the way while I'm still being nice" . " We can't let you in Master Derek" the other giant said. " Ok seems you really want to die" Derek said and attacked the giants who stood at the door. He punched thier faces and used his sharp nails to tear thier skin. Ron managed to cut Derek on his shoulder with his nails. Blood came out of the wound, but Derek didn't mind as he pushed his hand into Ron's chest and squeezed his heart making him yelp in pain as he dropped on his knees with blood spurlting out of his mouth.

I rush into the arena, and the sight in front of me makes me pause. In the middle of the pit is a massive three-tailed fox, its white fur gleaming under the dim lights. The crowd is on their feet, screaming and roaring with bloodlust. The fox is surrounded by five wolves and a panther, each one circling, waiting for an opening. But it’s not just any fox. “Shit,” I mutter, my heart racing. It’s Legion.