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screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

She pressed a hand to my head to feel my temperature. "Mom, I'm fine". I replied in annoyance, opening my eyes. "Okay". She moved her hand away but mistakenly, it touched my boobs and I flinched. "What was that honey?". She asked, noticing the movement. "My boobs are sore". She narrowed her eyes at me before focusing them on my boobs. I rolled my eyes at her, shaking my head. "You worry too much. My boobs get sore when I'm about to menstruate. It's just a sign that It'll start in the next couple of days". I rambled on.

The crowd was gathered around the bed, leaned in and mesmerized by the intensity. Quill reached, his hand skimming against Hawk’s chest. The contact dragged the fabric tight, creating shadows that rippled with the music and their movements. Hawk’s hand mirrored the motion, moving across Quill’s body as their outlines shifted closer together. The sheet clung to their bodies, every ripple and fold revealing the interplay of their connection.

Becca shivered "Becca, maybe you're just overthinking this whole thing. It couldn't be this...uhh...thick. Can it?" Bonnie asked unsurely "Okay, maybe I am. But I still ran out of there like a maniac. Hey, would you grab some milk, I need to quickly use the bathroom." Becca places Bonnie hand on the different types of milk and walked away. Bonnie sighed picking a milk carton and felt the writing on it. She sighed when she couldn't feel anything. When she turned around, she suddenly bumped into someone, the milk bursting open and spilling all over the person.

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

"Keira?" "It's me." Emotion thickened Aekeira's throat, and she leaned in, embracing her sister. "Em, I've missed you so much." Em whimpered. "Don't touch me. Hurts." "Sorry, sorry." Aekeira pulled away but remained close, worry etched on her face. "How do you feel? You look ill." "Just very tired." Em’s face contorted in discomfort. She parted her legs slightly letting out a long, pained moan as a whitish fluid began to seep out from—

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

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