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He wanted to say something but it seemed the words were too big to utter. "My heartfelt condolences to everyone who lost someone to the wicked act of this notorious city hunter. We will no more call her the city hunter. That will be like praising a criminal. She is a zombie" Mayor Mount took a deep breath. "And zombie should not be allowed to exist within our society. Zombie kills, they are all about apocalypse. She wants to ruin us. We will ruin her before she ruins us. I urge everyone that ever comes across the zombie killer to inform the security operatives immediately. Do not harbor the zombie killer. She is our enemy. An enemy of Newland" Mayor Mount said as closure and walked out of th

As Kyle stood with Rynd’s man amidst the circle of Callanish Stones, watching the blood red sun set, he had never been so content. Here he was, back in ancient Scotland, standing in a place of pure vampire power, on the Samhain Festival, the darkest day of the year, and surrounded by scores of fellow vampires just as sadistic as he. Finally, he felt at home.

She closed his résumé folder with a soft, deliberate *snap*. "That is either an act of remarkable human resilience..." She paused, her index finger tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the leather cover. "...or remarkable delusion." Ethan chuckled softly. "It could very well be a healthy mix of both." Her quiet curiosity deepened. "You readily admit that?" "I'd be lying to you—and to myself—if I claimed four hundred and sixteen rejections didn't sting," Ethan said, his gaze drifting for a brief second toward the sprawling city skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows behind her.

I padded quietly into the hallway and followed the dim light from the kitchen. The hallway smelled of food and spices. Someone was cooking? Zane? I walked in. Standing barefoot, bare-chested, a pair of grey sweats hanging low on his hips, Zane was stirring rice in a pot. Steam curled upward from the pot in front of him, golden-orange, spicy, unmistakable. Jollof rice. At two in the morning. The absurdity of it, the sheer domesticity of seeing Zane Blackwood—CEO, billionaire, public heartbreak—cooking jollof rice shirtless in the middle of the night in his designer kitchen made me laugh softly.

Family betrayal, shattered identity, and looming death. Yet, beneath the ruins of Zurich, a new power began to be born. END OF CHAPTER 74..

Yumi's POV - “What book is that?” Henry asks, staring at the back of the book Zainab is reading across from him on the island. “Oh, this?” Zainab grins, turning the book around, “It’s a romance novel, ‘Paper Hearts’”. Zana rolls her eyes with a lazy groan, “That’s the twelfth time she’s reading it”. Henry chuckles humorously, “Stench fanatic”. I look between the three, busy filling my mouth with buttered popcorn. Henry would occasionally give me smoldering glances that often shake my body whole and the way his eyes would drag along the stretch of my lips…I couldn’t help the unstable heartbeat.

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

" I, I. I don't know. This is my first time so I was hoping you'd help me out." "Come with me." He let me go instantly and turned back the way he came from. It took me a few seconds before I could grasp was going on. Noah freaking Sage was going to give me a book to read! What were the chances that he'd give me a book with something that could help us investigate?" "Zero." Zoe replied, bursting my bubble. I pouted as I felt my ray of hope walk out the door. Noticing my change in mood, she continued. " What? You didn't think it'd be thar easy, did you?"

As I sat in the dimly lit room, still reeling from Lynn's shocking revelations, a rush of conflicting emotions coursed through my veins. Zea, the woman I had come to love and trust, was now at the centre of a dark and dangerous secret. Lynn's words echoed in my mind, urging me to take action, to confront the unthinkable truth that Zea may be part of a group planning to assassinate the president.

TRIGGER WARNING: The following chapter may contain scenes that are a bit too much for some readers. Read at your own discretion. [Eliana’s POV] I lay in bed, listening quietly to the conversation that Nol was having in the opposite room. It isn’t hard to figure out who it is that he’s speaking to, and with each mention of another woman, I feel my heart grow colder and colder. It was becoming increasingly clear with each passing day that Zane was never truly as serious as he claimed to be, and yet I still couldn’t quite accept it.