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Amy Leah POV . . "Good morning, Señorita!" an unknown man beside Alden bowed to me just after I set my slippers on the footstep of the grand stairs. He was tall, probably, the same height and physique as Desmond and with black shoulder-length hair that he ponytailed behind. "Good morning!" I twitched my lips hesitant to smile. I had never seen him before therefore I had this right to be a little snob. "Ah! Mrs. Bailey!" Alden butted in. "This is Dante, your other bodyguard. He's a friend of mine and President Zaborowski knows him well!" he nudged the flabbergasted guy beside him. "Introduce yourself!" Alden whispered.

My heart is hitting my ribcage with so much force I can barely even hear her. How in the baloney does she want me to relax? I glance over at the judge's table, the fan girl in me clawing its way out as my eyes land on Crash Course Rebellion's star drummer, Brendan O'Connor. His natural blonde hair is kept short, unlike his best friend's, and his sky-blue eyes can have every girl swooning with just one glance. Even from behind his prescription glasses, he can make all the girls in his vicinity fall at his feet. His arms are eye candy for those in love with muscles and men will kill to have a body as good as his. I would know; I've got tons of magazine posters of him. Shirtless, might I add.

The morning light filtered through the bulletproof windows of the Draven penthouse, a pale golden hue struggling to bring warmth to a world that had gone cold. Sarah sat at the kitchen island, her fingers wrapped tightly around a steaming mug of coffee she hadn't touched. She stared blankly at the silent television screen across from her, where muted headlines crawled across the bottom: Billionaire’s Scandal Deepens – Anonymous Leaks Surface. Damon entered the room silently. His hair was tousled, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and his usual ironclad composure had cracked slightly at the edges. He stopped when he saw her and exhaled a long breath, the kind people released when words were no l

Adrian teleported to the back of Mysterious and slashed Mysterious with his sword, He aimed his sword for another strike but Mysterious deflected it and blasted Adrian away, Adrian rised up to his feet with red glowing eyes. " You hold my Master's personal Stone, I don't want to fight you today Mysterious, Just give me the stone " Adrian said, His sword glowed red as he slowly approached Mysterious, Mysterious blocked the sword attack but was sent crashing after receiving a bone breaking punch to his abdomen. " You wanna see power, Taste this bitch...BY THE POWERS OF LORD DOOM, BRING DOWN FORTH HIS DETRAKI FLAMES!!!!......DETRAKI FLAMESSSS!!!! " Adrian screamed out and green flames rained do

he murmurs, “I’ll have to clean up your mess myself.” The wind dies abruptly. The trees go still. Raven stands trembling, staring at the woods as if something inside them is staring back. Emily grips her arm. “Raven, we need to move. Now.” But Raven can’t move. Because deep in the shadows, between the trunks.... a figure steps forward. Hooded. Silent. Watching her. The same figure from her dream. Her breath catches. The figure slowly raises a hand, its finger extending to point directly at her. It remains utterly still and silent, standing among the trees with its unyielding gaze fixed in her direction. Then, carried softly on the wind, comes a single word, her name, “Raven.” The world begin

Twice. On the third pulse, every window in Duskbane shatters. Glass rains down. Babies scream. Thorns drop to guard. *Eighty-nine days,* a voice says in our heads. First voice. Cold. Final. *Eighty-nine days until unmaking. One delivered. Seven remain.* Caiden fires. Draven knocks the rifle up and the bullet hits the ceiling. “Enough,” Draven roars. King voice drops Caiden to his knees. Clay raises her hand. Tiny. No claws. Yet.

And there, ahead, where the valley narrowed into the mouth of the pass itself, was a scene of tense stalemate. On one side of a rushing, glacial river, a makeshift camp flew the banners of several eastern lowland lords—a silver gryphon, a green serpent, a black tower. Perhaps two hundred men-at-arms were arrayed in disciplined ranks, their pikes gleaming dully in the overcast light. At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard.

"I'm good. How are you?" "The usual". I replied. "Usual is code for good or bad?" I laughed hitting her a little."It's code for i'm going to be good". She looked at me intensely for a spilt second then looked away when I brought my eyes to hers. "The play you'll be doing is the Romeo and Juliet one.... Rume and Jesumiyen" "Who's Jesumiyen?". "I was trying to get Bevy to do it but it didn't work out so I guess that's me ".

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“The dance. She doesn’t take the chance, and instead, she wants to save her brother from the goblin king. Are you willing to take the chance, Kristen? Willing to take a chance on me?” The scene was almost on the screen. She knew it was now or never, really. She understood what he was saying, and she knew it was something she never thought she would have to make for herself. Gregor Bridger was her goblin king, and he had saved her from her parents in a way. Kristen was ready to make her choice. It was a lot easier than she thought it would be.