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No matter what age or gender can't be spared in the least. Even those who can't protest were caged like animals just so the dominion could use them as they please. What a typical 'conqueror' gameplay. He played this sort of games at times but since he felt this was something that he couldn't handle, he quitted. However, the knowledge and experience of playing such games led him to know some of the important points. One, the big nations always have some sort of feud. Of course, they'd fight for power and influence.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

Something in his eyes went out for good. After a long moment, he slowly got to his feet and walked away with a strange gait, right leg forward, a pause, then the left leg dragged to follow, as though he'd forgotten how moving worked. The wind came through and lilies drifted across the ground behind him, like a procession. It looked like a funeral. Carlos watched him go, then looked at me sideways. "You've got a twisted sense of humor, using me like that." I caught myself and let go of his hand. "You're DEA. He wouldn't dare touch you."

I said without blinking. One cart was no longer enough, so I grabbed two more and loaded them with cases of bottled water, first-aid kits, flashlights, batteries, ropes, and gas masks. Every single item was essential for surviving the apocalypse. The remodeling contractor called again, his voice sharp with anger, as if he were ready to come over and take a swing at me. "Ms. Covey, we've already been waiting two hours." "I'm so sorry! My bank card got hit with fraud, and the bank froze it. They won't unfreeze it until tomorrow, so I can't pay today," I said, rushing the words.

"Bunch of cowards trying to scare me? As if." I saw my opportunity and pretended to hide behind Tom fearfully, saying quietly, "Honey, the building manager is pretty close with Mr. Miller. What if he brings people to shut down the renovation? Mom said this is our chance for a luxury upgrade. If we stop halfway, the whole investment will go down the drain." Tom slapped me hard across the face. "Gabrielle, can't you say something positive for once? Are you hoping that I won't get my floor-to-ceiling windows?"

"Got it. I'll be back within a week." I pretended to still be asleep, listening as he hung up and walked closer. His footsteps stopped by the bedside. A burning gaze fell on me, and his inner thoughts came through crystal clear. "The family's urging me to go back and take over the business. It's time to wrap up this little game. Mable's gotten boring, but this fool… Maybe I'll pretend to be ill and have my fun with her. Let's see how stupid she really can be." My eyelashes fluttered slightly, but I kept my eyes closed. Inside, I was scoffing coldly.

“We helped you get your Beta rank back, but we can also tear you down. Keep that in mind. It’s your call.” With that, Jannik left the room. Dane threw the whiskey glass that was sitting on his desk at the closing door. Whilst he quietly hoped it smashed into the back of Jannik’s head, the door closed and instead it shattered into a thousand pieces on the back of it. Dane leaned back in his chair and exhaled. He’d made a deal with the devil, and now the devil wanted something back in return.

“You’re going to tell him!” “Of course! If he were a partisan of the dark arts he would be held to atone as much as any witch in Drimidan!” *** Mayor Marx slapped on a wide brimmed black hat and his cloak. Handing me my blue one. “Wh-where are we-we going?” “Up to WitchFall.” I swallowed. But before I could formulate a rational complaint, Mayor Marx had bundled me into his carriage, and it was rattling down the road toward the hill. With every roll of the wheels, I felt like my gut was dropping further into my feet.

Matt grabbed my hands helping me to my feet, "You need to rest up for tomorrow you can barely stand let alone walk." My brother scalded me. The wolf was at my side in an instant a low growl erupting from him as Hunter walked beside Matt. Matt looked at the wolf, "Do you thing he can understand us?" He asked motioning to the wolf. "Do you remember the wolf man that dad used to talk about?"

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.