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The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

By the time I arrived, the scene was in chaos. Senna cradled Corbin in her arms. He had gauze wrapped around his thin wrists, and his face was white as paper. The moment he saw me, he shrank further into her embrace like a frightened rabbit. "Senna... I really don't want to live anymore..." His voice cracked with sobs, and it was barely above a whisper. "If I'm going to be framed like this, I'd rather be dead." Senna stroked his hair with a tenderness that vanished the instant she turned to look at me. Her eyes were as cold as ice. It was the same look she had worn in my previous life when she killed me to avenge him.

"Please, just let me go. I am not supposed to be here, Marcus. You don’t understand. I am not supposed to be alive!" I was hysterical. The air in the room felt like it was made of wool, clogging my throat. I shoved him, then pulled him back, my head spinning with the weight of two lifetimes. "I changed it!" I screamed, the words spilling out in a messy, frantic heap. "I changed the whole timeline! I brought back things that were meant to stay buried! I messed everything up... My dad, Erica, Michelle... it’s all me. I am the one who killed them. I was supposed to be dead in that basement! Why did I come back? Why did I come back just to watch everyone bleed?"

"You are no longer in your world, Carmen. When you died, the vortex you saw transported you here, to a realm beyond your comprehension. This is the world of your favorite manga." Carmen blinked, the words taking a moment to register. What does this woman mean by being transported to a manga? "My... manga?" She asked, confused. Because there was no way in hell this woman was saying what she was actually thinking because that would be a crazy theory. Nyx nodded. "The story you read so often, the one that consumed your thoughts. "Eclipsed Fates" You've been transported into that world. But you are no longer Carmen. Here, you are Daphne Vasquez, daughter of Lord Alaric and Lady Erica Vasquez."

The scent of sandalwood and musk wafted over me, and I felt as though I could melt into a puddle. A small, amused smile played on his lips, as if he found the entire situation entertaining. I couldn't help but wonder if he found me in such a vulnerable state amusing or if he was amused by our unexpected reunion. Or perhaps it was because he caught me surreptitiously sniffing him.

When we arrived, I had no idea how we got there. And when we drove past the gates into the sprawling spread of top-tier real estate, I was speechless. The facility is fucking huge, and I saw just how huge yesterday when I arrived. There are two training buildings, one for the female assassins-The Dollhouse- and the other one for Leone's men- The Boiler Room. Aside from those, there are two designated residential buildings for the assassins, male and female, separate, and much like dorms, yet not like dorms. First, because said buildings are fucking mansions where every assassin working for Leone has a private bedroom as luxurious as the rest of the house.

she bluntly said. “You two, we’re a team here we should help each other,” Lucia begs Zane and Clarisse. Zane walks in front of the crater made by Lucia, he jumped in and grabs the assassin out. “I’ll take this guy and bring him to somewhere.” Clarisse proceeds to continue picking up the daggers, and when she picked up the last one she sees a symbol. She was shocked to see the name, “Sion Assasins ?” she mumbled. “Sion Assasins? That myth about a group of world refined assassins?” Lucia walks beside Clarisse and see’s the name of the group on the dagger.

As far as he might be concerned, he actually felt like he was that humble urbanite skilled worker past his forties who's caught up with dealing with his little studio. That game changing evening, he just got together with his previous companions for certain beverages. How and for what reason did he awaken in Norton Lorist's body the following day? The humble studio proprietor was stunned and hysterical. Luckily, the body unto which his spirit had resurrected had been seriously harmed and couldn't move in bed for two entire months, giving him sufficient opportunity to reorient himself and acclimatize the recollections of the body's proprietor. What's more, given the first proprietor's contemp

“Watched… me?” “Of course,” he whispered. “Who else arranged your soul’s passage from the mortal world? Who else shattered the boundary between planes so you could awaken here? Who else broke luminous laws for your rebirth?” A long silence was heard then, and Alessia’s voice cracked. “No one… rebirthed me. I died. And then I woke here because—because—” She didn’t know. She had never known. The assassin laughed softly. “You poor child. You truly believe reincarnation happens by accident?”

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.