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Bryan’s gaze swept over my body with a bone-chilling coldness. “We haven’t met in so long. Aren’t you… going to say hello?” I looked at him, and my lips parted slightly. A thousand words gathered on my tongue, yet what came out was something else. “Bryan, please lend me another $300,000.” Bryan was stunned for a moment. A hint of anger lit up his cold eyes. He grabbed my hand. “We haven’t met for seven years, and this is all you have to say to me?”

Finally, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what exactly is it?" I gave Logan a subtle gesture. He hit the remote again, and the black-and-white screen burst into a riot of color. The audience watched in awe as they saw images of Ashenford's buildings, its river, and the bustling streets—all projected in vivid color. But what about the round ball? With a smile, my other team member, William, raised his pointer stick and tapped the center of the city on the screen. Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city.

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

Heaven's POV Eden! Are you still with your Nintendo?!” Damien yelled at our four-year-old, who was quite obviously still playing. “No…” he mumbled, quickly tossing the game behind his chair just before Damien stepped into the dining room. Damien’s steps paused when he saw me. His gaze lingered, sweeping over me from head to toe before he cleared his throat. “Heaven, you look… beautiful.” I almost laughed at the faint pink in his cheeks as he looked away.

She and I were all each other had now. I looked around the ground floor, thinking back to the last two years I had worked through the darkest of the underground to get here. Every day was burned in my memory, but it was worth it to make it to Warhammer and be close to the Wallber family. My stomach clenched in fear and anticipation at the thought. The Seven Days of Heaven auction, as the clients called it, only happened once a year. The club auctioned off the chance to spend seven days with one of the ten most popular prostitutes away from the club: no rules, no restrictions, and no oversight.

The "Seven Up" game required participants to count sequentially from zero. If the number they were about to say was exactly seven, fourteen, seventeen, or any other number related to or multiples of seven, they had to say "Seven Up." If they got it wrong, they would be eliminated. It may seem simple, but it tested reaction time. Shouting too slowly could also lead to elimination. Initially, Charlotte was worried about Julie, but after trying a round, she realized that her reaction time was not as good as Julie's, and she became nervous. Moreover, Julie was bold.

It could be by merely looking at their faces or laughing in their presence; the 5th Heaven gods were so vile and deceitful that their corrupt nature was known to the entire universe. Of all the Heavens, the 7th Heaven was probably the most dangerous place to be. This was because it was an ungoverned land. There were rumors that there was a powerful demon whom the other demons referred to as the Demon Lord ruling the land; however, no one had ever seen this demon before. Hence, those rumors had died down. Although it was strange that neither Olympus nor Asgard tried to claim the 7th Heaven, many didn’t think too much into it. Murder and chaos ruled over the land, and there was no law. It didn

the person in charge, Mikhail Jones, said. “Please, sirs and madams, this way to the seventh floor.” Mikhail gestured for them to enter. “What?” Jay’s face turned stiff. He thought that he had misheard. Madison, Tanya, and the two other men all looked surprised. Did Jay not say that only the most important people of Lovellia could eat on the seventh floor of Heaven’s Gate? Could they really eat there? “Who are they? They’re going to the seventh floor!” “Oh, damn! Maybe they’re members of important families in Central Harbor?”

His breath was warm on my neck. He was asleep. I wasn't. I stared at the ceiling. Thought about everything. The draft. The season. The playoffs. The Cup. One game. One win. Everything I'd worked for. Jay stirred. "You're still awake?" "Can't sleep." "Want to talk about it?" "No." "Want to pretend to sleep?" "Yes." He pulled me closer. I closed my eyes. I didn't sleep. But I rested. Game seven was in Detroit. The arena was the loudest I'd ever heard it. The crowd was on their feet before the puck even dropped. The other team looked nervous. They should have been.

She asked cautiously. “I’m going to suggest we play spin the bottle for 7 minutes in heaven. I need one of you to try and make sure it lands on Ryan after I’m selected. Or vice versa.” Mia couldn’t help but scoff. “And you think Savannah is going to allow that?” “It’s spin the bottle!” Annie stated. “It’s the rules of the game! I just need to get him alone so I can show him my skills. After that there’s no way he will be able to resist!”