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Ben leaned against the desk. "This is Cal O'Reilly. I'm from the Open Network News. We're a new streaming service and we're looking for content. We saw your video and we're interested in talking." "What kind of content?" "We want you to educate the public about supernaturals." "Why me?" "Because you already have a following. We can help you expand that. The world is changing, and people will need somewhere to go to find out what is going on. A place that isn't selling a narrative, but the truth."

"This feels more than that. But you won't hear any argument from me. I'll be watching" "I'd expect nothing less", Derek says, his voice firm. "Leave us". Charlton's jaw clenches, but he finally releases my arm, stepping back. "I'm going to stop the ex from killing us all with his horrible voice. I've had enough". You and me both! "No, I want him up there longer. And let the radio stations know I want his performance on air every morning before anything happens". Radio stations? Sorry, what? Damon's performance is live? And will be replayed every morning? Despite the danger I'm in, I stifle a laugh. This is insane.

“A demon has been loosed. I could feel my seal breaking tonight. I can feel it heading over here. He is going to try to take you.” “What…?” “I won’t lose you again.” He hugs me, and I shakily return it. “Still…” He rubs a hand across my back. “Your soul’s not really in here, now is it?” I stiffen. “My son found his way to heaven long ago, and this is but an empty vessel…” “What are you talking ab--?” A chill and jarring force starts pressing up against my skin, cutting off my air.

“Heaven, that’s totally your color.” I blink. “It’s… gorgeous. Um...how much is it?” Celeste casually hands me the price tag with her perfectly manicured fingers. $495. “I—Julian, am I seeing this right? These prices are… insane.” He squints at a tag. “Insane good or insane bad?” “Good! This one says four hundred and ninety five dollars!” Sydney giggles. “Heaven, sweetie, you’re adorable.” I’m already halfway in love with three dresses and I haven’t even tried anything on yet.

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

My world fell apart over an encrypted link from the dark web. My husband, Don Marcello, was there on our marriage bed, pounding into another woman. All the top bosses in North America were watching. He held her in his arms, laughing about me. His fragile, naive little trophy wife who could never leave him. Even the live chat was a stream of insults. Calling me the useless wife who couldn't even get her husband into bed. But the worst part? The way he acted when I found out. He grabbed my chin. Told me the whole disgusting betrayal was just "an act to keep our allies happy." He even let his mistress brag about it to every socialite in the city. My humiliation became their afternoon entertain

Thomas pondered for a while before he said to Pisces, “Did you bring the Ipad?” “Yes.” “Give it to me.” “Okay.” Thomas reached out to take the Ipad and tapped on it until he opened the Shark Hunters live streaming platform. There, he found Moon, which was Stella’s live streaming channel. It was the stage name that Stella would use when she went live. Thomas put on his earphones and watched Stella’s live broadcast. It was different from the sexy female live streamers who performed salacious dances. Stella’s live stream channel was simple, as she was just singing, and her outfit was also conservative.

She sounded more excited than Haylee. 'Most romantic view? Helen, if only you know that I could see the view of the whole metropolis just by looking out the window of Niel's bedroom at the penthouse... That too couldn't compare the night view that I could see from the penthouse's observatory. The countless stars shimmering at night like a big canvas of a masterpiece. Those kinds of things were available inside Niel's penthouse,' Haylee murmured inside. Her standard suddenly got high as she had met Niel, the guy who could make everything happen for her.

One of which was probably that prophetic dream. Even though he was a businessman, he was still a painter — a creative — deep inside. He had a good imagination. There were a lot of places that one’s imagination could take you to. Things like prophetic dreams, myths, déja vú, gut instincts, and even miracles… Such mysterious things happened in the world. Usually it would be considered foolish to believe in such concepts, but as long as it didn’t harm anybody, there wasn’t anything bad about it. It was why he agreed to take Allison here in the first place. He had wanted to go on an overseas trip with her, somewhere far and luxurious, like famous beaches and vacation resorts where they could rel

"Sit tight." The convertible flung the man behind us far away, until he shrank into an indistinguishable black dot. The coastal highway was wide and smooth, stretching endlessly along the shoreline. Turning on the music, the chorus of My Dearest Delusion spilled out, romantic, with a gentle hook in its lingering notes, drifting off into the seaside wind. The brilliant sunset dyed the sky red, and my white veil was lifted by the wind. My heartbeat was so loud I could hear it.