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Austin frowned. "Yes. I have built an organization myself and recruited people who shared the same objective as mine and yours," "I can't," Austin looked away, "My mother has fallen sick. I can't leave her alone," That wasn't the only reason. He still doubted this old man. And he didn't know himself if he wanted revenge. Hearing Daiki's story about his father. He was overwhelmed by confusion rather than anger. Everything moved too fast and he wasn't able to cope with it. He wasn't ready to throw away the life he had been living and entered a totally different world.

I had to have done that before, especially in a more reserved place. Zylah had only believed it because she was crazy, and had a great tendency to wish her literary novels were real. Even if I were lying, she would create a world based on my information, just to have a parallel reality in which to live. Even if she was suffering from vomiting, even if she felt the energy in the air, she still had a hallucinated glow in her eyes. The way she was when she started a new book and swore with her feet together that her favorite characters were real people and that she just didn't know them because she was an ordinary human.

"Come in." Yara walks in wearing an oversized hoodie and carrying two cans of iced coffee like she's about to stage an intervention. She tosses one to me and plops down beside me on the bed with zero ceremony. "You look like you want to set something on fire," she says casually, cracking open her can. "I do want to set something on fire. Preferably myself." "Yikes." She takes a sip, then studies my face with those sharp brown eyes that see way too much. "What happened now? And don't say nothing, because you look like someone just told you Santa isn't real."

She clarified the whole thing. “Okay whatever, now what were you saying?” Zoya asked. —- “I’ll kill him,” Ayah said, looking at the sky. The moon shone brightly among the ocean of stars as the black ocean never felt so close to her. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel the embrace of it. “Do I kill him?” Ayah asked. The little girl was perplexed more than ever. Her lord kept testing her with difficulties and she didn't even know if she was passing them any.

also came for Zayd, who’d wanted to harm the little beast too. “IZZAAAA!!!” Yafi’s furious bass booms through the camp, cursing nonstop and not bothering with polite words. “Your damn creature shit in my boot AGAIN last night!” Yeah, my little buddy takes revenge quietly, from the shadows, in that very special manner only he has. I can see and hear how barely-contained snickers and smug grins spread through the camp. Someone suddenly starts coughing into their fist, choking on laughter, someone else stares way too intently at nearby objects, hiding their smile.

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

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She even winked. “Yaoi?” Jane asked, looking rather blank. “Literature?” Akira nodded. “Yes, literature. Gay stuff.” Jane blushed bright red immediately. “Oh.” Akira continued. “It’s very popular in Japan, especially the manga, light novels, and CD drama. I must admit I’m a fujoshi. I binge read the manga and light novels. Very entertaining. And of course, who wouldn’t want to listen to some hot, sexy CD drama, especially when two guys are in the midst of some hot bedroom scenes, with all that moaning, groaning, and heavy breathing?”

Aayan "No, Dad." Yash: "You are looking exhausted." Aayan "Today I did something which I should have done before." Yash "What have you done?" Aayan, "I declared war between vampires and werewolves." Yash "What? You did.... Why?" Aayan told Yash whatever the werewolves had told him. He said he met Maya and declared war. Yash, "You shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't have agreed to become the king in the first place. The vampires won't leave you."

“Anaya, if I call your name one more time, there will be hell to pay.” Oh, she already knew she was dead, from the moment she dashed through the door to her room and locked it? Or how about how she let her father yell out her name multiple times. She knew she had incurred his wrath, but incuring his wrath was better than what he wanted her to do. A thousand times better.