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he paused “- absolutely nothing." "Mysterious," I sotto voce. Tesoju nodded. "The mysterious ones are not known till there’s trouble,” he said. “Let’s do our best to stay away from trouble till we leave here,” he shifted in his seat and sat forward. Mule turned around and smiled at us. I sank into my seat, ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes as my breathing became more intense. Even though Kelvin didn’t look like trouble, I knew we were definitely screwed if anything was to go down in the club tonight. We would definitely be in trouble then. And unsurprisingly, something always does.

The crowd chanted. “50 million.” “Woahhh.” The crowd chanted very loudly. “Fuck.” The other guy cursed. “50 million going once, going twice–sold.” This is fucking disgusting, human trafficking in this era? Fucking imbeciles. Can't they just get a hooker or something? “You've been soon to Mr Terry Volkov.” The woman said as I raised my head. It was an old man, fuck. I know it's foolish but I was somehow praying that I would've ended up with a much younger man. Fuck.

So many topics were created. #NancyExaggeratedWeddingMoney130KActually1300 #GroomKicksPregnantBrideCausingMiscarriage Some shot to the top of trending lists, racking up millions of discussions within just a few hours. Netizens were furious. [My god, I've really seen it all now. Even monsters can disguise themselves as people these days?] [This is ridiculous. Doesn't he know how much money his own family has? What kind of idiot is he?]

He reacted at once and released me. I barely had time to draw a breath when the crowd suddenly shifted. People all around me began jumping in time with the music. Someone ahead of me stumbled and collided with me, forcing me backward. I tensed without thinking. Then, a strange sensation surged up inside me, hot and unrelenting. My eyes widened. Oh no. It had already gone in.

“What do you mean you don’t fully understand what this rogue witch is capable of? Aren’t you both like Elders and Leaders? Don’t you have a connection to your Goddess? Ask her what the f*ck is going on and how to stop it. We have wolves and witches dying for this b*tches cause!” “Chaos magic is just that, chaos. It presents in different ways in every witch gifted with it. Chaos magic can be a curse, a blessing, or both. What we do know is that it is field by emotion and they can manipulate spells other witches cast without herbs, positions or spells. That’s what makes them dangerous, but also helpful in a crisis.” Marietta explains. “They are a danger to everyone. Why not get rid of them as

My hand moved to it instinctively, wonder catching me off guard. They were real in every sense now. Not just heartbeats. Not just possibility. Visible. Growing. Alive. I was still standing there when the room darkened briefly and brightened again. Chaos had arrived. Naturally, without knocking. Order stood beside him, immaculate and disapproving of existence as usual. “Good morning, future legends,” Chaos announced. I clutched the robe closed over my chest. “You could knock.” “I transcend doors.” “You could still knock.”

She asks back to be sure she heard it right…"Care to explain everything?!! she replied "I have an illness called OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder)since I was a child, a mental disorder that when I admired a girl it turns out to be a messed to everything .that admiration. turns out to be obsessive ", Cherie can't believe that this man he is with has a mental problem. She can't say much for now since she wants to know everything about this man. " Go on"!! She encouraged him to say everything, Dame sits beside her on the couch of this office."How come you said you tried to kill someone? Cherie ask.

There's really nothing wrong with the place not until someone grab my waist in the darkness. I stiffened. I feel nervous. "Xeenalah, the famous agent, " he whispered. He has a cold voice that what makes me shiver. And I can't move a bit because I feel he's hypnotizing me by his voice. "Who are you? And where did you got some guts to enter wrecklessly our agency? " I asked while picking up my butterfly knife. "You wouldn't like to know who I am. " When he loosen his arm on my waist, I strike my head at his. Of course, it hurts too!

Rather, for the first time since I laid eyes on him, he looked wounded, like somehow whatever I said next had the ability to deal a killing blow. As much as I didn't want to believe it, it made sense. Far more sense than anything else I've ever been told about this war. The big thing, though, it made sense with what I had seen in that cell. The painful cries, that manic laughter, everything just made sense. When we were learning about the war in history, the professor had just told us that the Beastial kingdom attacked them at the treaty signing, then restarted the war, but that hadn't sat well when we started learning about the battles. He had specifically said that the front lines were uno