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How much cruel can fate be? "No this isn't possible…please believe me Malia I didn't kill him. I held the gun but I didn't pull the trigger" Larson's voice brought me back to reality. It was finally over…before it started it already ended, this was definitely his last game and I failed to see it. The billionaire's last game, it was time for us to go our separate ways and walk on different paths. Forever this day will be in my memories and heart, the day in which the clouds were filled with darkness and that darkness crept it's way into my life.

They must've assumed these arguments make sense because I was silently standing there, making it appear as if I'd been listening, and I knew I wouldn't be able to pretend I hadn't. I put my hands over my ears, but could still detect certain words. I longed to go out of the house but forced myself to remain seated still. "You don't get it!" "I hate this life!" "You children are just a burden I can't abandon!" "I told you to listen to me…" I pressed my hands harder into my ears. Trapped there, with my eyes closed, I could almost see the words as illuminated streaks floating in the air. The noise made me realize that's their only one solution that I could think of: To play a morality game, a ga

All the pantheons happily accepted the proposal, and so they dubbed it: the Game of Heavens and Earth. After all the things that had happened, I still couldn’t believe everything he told me and from where I was standing were all real. I felt like those characters got sucked into a fantasy world, living their lives in adventures. That stuff only happened in fiction. Of course, I did like… no, I loved those stories, but I couldn’t believe this sort of situation actually happened to me. “Hey,” Wilt called. “Huh?” I snapped back to my senses. “Don’t space out,” he said as the crowd started moving. “Let’s go.”

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

That was my last thought before yet another orgasm ripped through me, I heard Drake growl in release and then everything faded to black as sleepover took my exhausted body. I wake up and feel something hard against me. I am laying on the soft cool ground with one hard hot wolf wrapped around me. Drake wakes and I can’t help but blush. He wakes and begins kissing me. This time when he asks me to shift and run, I do. My body begins to shimmer as the change begins and there standing before Drake I let Lila out to play. I see a giant all black wolf, perhaps the largest I have ever seen. He takes a step back when he realizes what stands in front of him is a solid white wolf.

I mumbled sarcastically before shaking my head. “You have to tell them, Case. They deserve to know what they’re getting into.” Mo whispered in a concern tone while glancing towards her boyfriend that was in a heated discussion with his friends. I shook my head at her oblivious state. “Mo, they already know. They’re in the same community, they street fight. They know about the Underground Place, an illegal place. Sounds familiar?” I resisted the urge to flick her forehead to give the words an extra boost to sink. After a second of silence, her eyes widened and she looked at me with her mouth shaping an ‘o’.

They were wondering earlier why they were sent to this level, and what was the point of going to the foot of Netherworld Mountain with those three men. Their doubts were answered. The hoarse voice announced again, "You're now standing at a hundred and twenty miles away from Netherworld Mountain. The closer you are to the mountain, the more powerful the fiends are, and the number of fiends who were able to turn into treasures will become rarer." The words from the mysterious being were like a dose of stimulant that roused the crowd with motivation and high spirits. Ever since they stepped into Divine Void Slope, they encountered and witnessed nothing but failure after failure; they had not be

Towards death. ... Isabella looked at Nathan, her beautiful almond eyes dark with bloodlust. Her voice, when she spoke, was tinged with a chilling, desolate tone: “Nathan, what you owe me, I’ll collect, no matter if it’s at the ends of the earth or the netherworld.” With those words, she turned and walked away. Nathan’s body felt like it was encased in ice. Isabella’s last look at him filled him with dread. The ends of the earth and the netherworld?

My dad's eyes bulged, his breathing ragged. He was practically drooling. "You punk! You really took $50 million? Spit it out. That's my money." "Oh lord, $50 million! Out with it!" My mom quit wailing and scrambled up, her eyes gleaming with greed as she lunged to grab me. Shannon froze in place.

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.