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It'd be a sin not to drain his bank account until it's as dry as a desert. [Death God - Rea]: Sweetie, a voice call is a luxury service. 15 credits for ten minutes, 33 for thirty...but for a premium VIP like you, I highly recommend the Monthly Subscription. The notification pings almost before I finish reading my own text. [System: Payment Received] I stare at the string of zeros, nearly bolting upright on Arlo's mattress. [Death God—Rea]: Monthly service starts now. As a bonus, you get to specify my tone and the topic of our chats. ^^

The more I felt closed in the more angry I got. "Ariella." Blake was the one who tried but I wasn't having it. "Dont, okay. You were worried about Goddesses trying to use you to get closer to your dad, well guess what I want you and your father far away from me." I snapped. Not caring. The High king took everything from me today. "It's time for class." Alaxs robotic voice said. I didn't care, I refused to feel anything for them. They had everything they could ask for. They were royals and their father was the most powerful God in all existence.

Arthur can stretch his fingers as far as he likes; he won't reach my coffers. Clutching the hefty card, I was at a loss, "The limit, how much?" That was the private stash of the Alpha King himself. Frederick smirked at my naivety, then leaned in to whisper the most thrilling words of the day: "It's limitless. "The PIN? It's the date of that night. "Rosalie, spend it to your heart's content." His eyes blazed with the wild confidence of a leader at the apex of power. "Whatever you desire, it's yours. Even if you fancy buying the entire Jameson Group as a gift for me, I wouldn't mind."

I decide I should at least get to know him before I assume the worst. He's probably about 6' with a great build, he has muscles but not too much. His hair is a medium brown with a slight red tint, it's just long enough to run your fingers through and grab. With a nice cleaned up beard to match. Goddess, he so gorgeous. I owe it to myself to see if he could be a decent guy. Maybe everyone was wrong, and my mate will accept me. Here goes nothing. "Hi, I'm Nova."

The man on the other end of the line urged, "Babe, sweetheart, what are you doing? Move a little. You're going to get me killed if you just stand around like that. My HP is going to be sucked dry if you don't hurry." When the boss launched its ultimate move, it would release insects that latch onto players. Those players would end up having their hit points drained dry. With no healer on the team, players would have to fight it off until the boss was killed. The one with the youthful voice spoke up in a honeyed tone, "We have a special event going on, princess. If you apply for an annual membership for only 16888 dollars, you get unlimited time with us. There's also the gold tier membership

you're not supposed to cry highness unless your true to your word" "You're the one who made fun of me did you see that I am serious but you're just don't want to accept it, you don't want to, because… you're afraid that maybe I could hurt you only. But you can't you see that I'm the one you've been hurting here. Please, my lady, Choose me and I will give everything to you, my power, my possession, my love, all of it just to say the word."

The door opened and Jane walked in holding a huge box. “Good morning, Your Highness.” “Jane, what are you doing here early this morning?” she asked. “I come bearing gifts,” she said. “From who?” “Prince Neal, he said you should put it on. He will be waiting for you.” She quickly stood up and opened the box. She was amazed by its contents. She took the t-shirt out and the shorts that followed. “Am I allowed to wear this?” she asked Jane. “You are; he bought it for you after all.”

Mark Fuentes, on the other side, has the most attractive and has big body like a black belter man, he is a young CEO and heir and most of all he is my ultimate crush that I don't want to tell anyone because I'm afraid of what will happen to me when those who like him find out that I like him too. What can I be proud of and against a rich man like him, and the son of a well -known businessman. I am nothing existing his world, in his eyes, ‘I am MISS NOBODY’. Even though I love him, I can't directly tell him that I like him, my life will definitely be even more chaotic when he finds out about how I feel. And the one closest to me right now, he’s Sean Clinton the well -known ice king of the cam

Both men ➡ Yes your highness. . Mustapha ➡ Good, now leave.. . To be CONTINUED. 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🔇

I pulled it out, expecting it to be Gustavo with a security update. The name on the screen made me freeze. It was an encrypted line. The caller wasn't just any regular mafia boss. It was Lawrence Freeheight. He was the head of the Freeheight empire—the richest, most lethal, and most powerful family in the country, with direct, untouchable ties to the highest levels of the government. They didn't usually get involved in street business unless something catastrophic was about to happen. I stepped away from the crowd, pressing the phone to my ear. "Freeheight," I said, my voice dead cold.