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Sarah replied resignedly, “why are you asking me with that panicked face? Is there something wrong that I should know about?" "No, just a recommendation, whatever you see, just keep quiet, some paranormal things are rumored in this city, which to tell the truth I don't know if they are true, but just be careful" When Sarah heard her landlady's words, she felt A deep chill ran through his body, but he preferred to think that everything that was rumored and said was nothing more than fantasy. At nightfall, his room gave a view of the huge mountain, a beautiful mansion, dimly lit was seen at the top of it, it looked more like an old castle that had been modernly modified.

Meanwhile, at HFK international hotel and suites, Lucien had bought out the top floor from Harrison for himself alone. He stepped out of the shower, towel hanging around his waist and revealing his well defined abs and v-line, whilst his hands tried to towel dry his wet auburn locks. After he had successfully gotten rid of some of the wetness, he changed into a grey top and sweatpants and comfortably relaxed in one of the many couches in his personal suite. He grabbed a hold of his tablet and began to scroll through the internet. Things with the Paris land construction had been going well so far and although it had not officially been announced, Netizens had already gotten whiff of the coope

Ocean Casino Resort was a luxury hotel owned by supernaturals. So to avoid any accident from occurring with humans, humans were restricted from visiting. At seven in the evening that day, cars such as Bentley, Ferraris, Lamborghini, Mercedes-Benz began driving in. By quarter to eight, the auditorium was almost filled with supernaturals. A curious human boy who seemed to be in his early twenties sneaked into the premises. All his life, he knew the hotel was always reserved the same time every year and had been one of the curious citizens who wanted to know what normally happened in the hotel.

Leon’s POV Paris, 2:17 a.m., and the city I came to for business was just whore beneath me. I sat like a king that I am on the velvet chaise in the penthouse suite of the Hôtel de Crillon — the Imperial Suite, the one that cost a fortune for just a night and came with its own private elevator, marble floors that is colder than a corpse, and a view that made the Eiffel Tower look like a cheap toy.

Everyone was facing one direction and so did their group of six. At exactly two a woman walked to the front where the dishes would be on display, followed by two other women and two men. The woman was the one that started to talk, “Good afternoon everyone, first we want to welcome you all to Supernatural University. Some of you may already know that this is not a regular university and there are many supernatural beings that attend this university. Our dorm is assigned to humans alone as we are deemed to be a kind that shouldn’t know of the existence of other beings that live among us, but because of our family or friends that are of another breed, we are also qualified to attend this univer

It was no secret that most supernaturals had a problem with humans. "I understand," Katherine gulped uncomfortably as the people in the room took a glance at her in silence before turning to light chatter. Katherine couldn't wait to leave the presence of all these high-ranking socialites.

At the same time, he tugged Harvey’s sleeve when he whispered. “Call the cops, Harvey! It’ll be too late if you don’t…” Harvey completely ignored Simon, the angry crowd, and Amora, trying to cause trouble when he squinted at the girl. The Book of Changes had no problems. Normally speaking, the girl should have been awoken by then… While the wind was blowing in the room, Harvey suddenly realized something. The hospital was naturally haunted by ghosts. Those things would not just allow the girl to come back like that.

Sabrina asked, her voice sounding loud over the quiet crowd. James looked toward her. “According to history, there have been at least twenty murders here, including several murder-suicides. Mark Twain, the author, actually stayed here in the year 1901 and claimed to have experienced supernatural incidents, even before he knew that the place was haunted. Also, in the mid 1950's, there were three different tenants who were all sent to psych wards after just one month of living here. It's said that they all told similar stories to their psychiatrists; something about a man on the stairs outside of their door whispering to them while they tried to sleep.”

Then I read Sir Sebastian’s reply. Yeah. It’s safe and sound. I had never encountered the name of his business colleagues who have a name, Schneizel. Is he a new client? Or an old pal of my boss? “What are you doing?” I froze from my standpoint. My eyes, which were from the monitor of his computer, were transferred to Mr. Huntington who was already near on his desk and leaning on it. His face was dark and was closed to flounce his desk. His menacing, jeopardy eyes were sending daggers on me. I gulped just by seeing his scary and dangerous expression he was exerting right now. That made me stepped back, feeling guilty when he leaned over and closed the window on his monitor where he exited hi

Jake said, responding to Julia, "well, after I hypnotised Ryan, I must've accidentally exposed him to the forces of darkness. They sensed the book's magic in him and now he's being used like a conduit. " "A what now? " came Matt. "I think I've heard that before, " Julia cut in, "he's like the Annabelle doll in Annabelle !" She referenced the infamous doll which acted as a beacon to call upon the forces of evil-a conduit- as Julia explained. "Except now, it's not a doll but my hypnotised brother." "Well, if he's still under your hypnosis spell, " Julia added, "he'll eventually come back. " "And don't forget the beacon thing!"