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“You want me to allow strange men to feel me up? What if they go to far? What if they’re, you know, ugly or gross.” Holly grinned, opening the door for Valerie. “From what I’ve heard about you from Damien and Nick, you don’t have a ‘too far’.” She shrugged, gesturing for Valerie to enter the bar. “I guess we’ll see how true that is tonight.” Valerie sighed, her nerves tightening into a Christmas ball of lights as she passed Holly and stepped into the rustic looking bar. This night had definitely taken a turn for the twisted and not one she was eager to explore.

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“Well, I’ll be glad to see you. But don’t think you can come down here and turn this into some big splashy story. The chief and the mayor won’t be happy with me if that happens.” “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that to you,” Riley said, lying through his teeth. Nowak lived in one of the little developments that branched off the main street of town. He’d given Riley detailed turn- by-turn directions, but he wasn’t expecting his old college friend until after four p.m. Plenty of time for Riley to poke around the village, maybe have a drink at the bar. Plenty of time to listen to what people were saying about the murdered girls in their midst. The whole town was probably buzzing.

“You can't be here because you're...” “Dead?” Valerie asked, taking another step toward her. She was dressed just as she was the last time Rodriguez saw her, tattered black jeans and an “I Love New York” t-shirt, her knockoff sneakers still somehow making the same hollow footstep sounds as the goth girl's boots. Rodriguez nodded her head. “Well, yeah, I'm dead, sis. Dead because I couldn't keep my ass out of trouble.”

“I’m surprised you’ve seen the Wizard of O—” “I don’t live under a rock,” He shook his head as a slight chuckle escaped. “But you live in a “realm” —your purgatory which is under a very old well…” I look him up and down. He just looked at me with raised eyebrows and an amused expression washed over his angelic face. “Both of us aren’t anywhere near Kansas, strange man.” “My name is Niklaus, and you are, midnight butterfly?” “Ky.” “Yara suits you better—”

Valaria sighed as she put the SUV into park and shut off the engine, the building they were about to enter was the Pride house of the Nevada Panthers, the Pride leader Tanya ran three of the top grossing casinos in Vegas, her Panthers nearly all worked for her at said casinos and her sister Sarah-Jane runs a legal escort service for those who like Preternatural play time, that is who she would need to convince to help, she had more Preternatural connections in Nevada than anyone else, if anyone knew the leader of the Incubi lair it would be her. “OK, when we go in we act like a bunch of shifters here to have a good time, Tanya will find us and then all hell will most probably ensue, hold bac

"And don't come back. If you value your life, leave this place and never return." The hunter scrambled to his feet, clutching his injured shoulder. He hesitated, eyes wide with disbelief, before turning and fleeing into the darkness. Selene watched him go, her heart pounding from the confrontation. With her arm still bleeding, Selene continued her journey to Ethan's palace. She moved stealthily, avoiding the guards and relying on her heightened senses to navigate the territory. As she approached the main entrance, she encountered an invisible barrier. The air shimmered with a faint, magical glow, a spell cast by the witches to protect the palace.

How do I take care of this child? What do I do now? Getting rid of it is definitely not an option, I don’t want blood on my hands. How do I even break this news to Angela? That I got pregnant for a one night stand? A man I barely know? The only thing I know about that guy is the fact that he’s rich and his name is Drake and he organizes galas on Tuesdays. Who gets pregnant for a man that hosts galas on Tuesdays? I begin to pace back and forth again until I hear the front door open.

There would be time to return for them later. Right now, she needed to focus on her upcoming trip to Nora's new island. The villa was stunning, a stark contrast to her previous home. The chandeliers sparkled, and the expensive windows offered a breathtaking view of the night sky. After what felt like hours of futile attempts to fall asleep. She finally surrendered to her restlessness; slipping out of bed, she decided a walk through the villa might clear her mind. The moonlight spilled across the polished marble floors as she wandered through the corridors. The silence was palpable, broken only by the soft echo of her footsteps.

He didn’t need to. The weight of his stare was enough to crush her pride. She scrambled to gather her clothes, muttering under her breath, her perfume clinging to the air like cheap desperation. By the time she slipped out the door, Damien was already pouring two fingers of whiskey into a crystal glass. He didn’t watch her leave. She was nothing. Nothing compared to what was arriving tomorrow. She was nineteen. The letter had been neat. Official. Stamped with the seal of God and guilt. Her name: Elara Vale.