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A Fading Mind

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LECTURES 190
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Chapitres 7
Durée 20m

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"We should've left her alone," she said.
       "You don't think I know that? How the hell was I supposed to know she'd be different?" I snapped.
      "She's a ticking bomb, and if we don't do something soon..."
       "No, she's a necessity. If we're ever going to take down that disgusting lab then we need her on our side. If she ever leaves this organization and joins a third party, our best squadron will follow in her steps."
      "She doesn't even know a fraction of what she can do yet. We've got to find out the extent of her power. She has to learn how to control it."
      "I'm putting you in charge of that. You're someone she trusts. Keep it that way." I stood up and walked out of the room. It's going to be one hell of a night.Tous Droits Réservés

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Unintentional Passion , écrit par PlayNmyCurlz

Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.

Terith, écrit par jsspauldingauthor

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BROKEN VOWS (Lucas & Emilia Book 1), écrit par ArianaClarkAuthor

Choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved... including her. It's why I left the small town where I grew up and vowed never to return. I'm no longer the "golden boy with a bright future" they all remember. Instead, I carry the scars of a tortured past. A broken man deemed unfit, even by the Navy SEALs he'd dedicated the past decade to serve. What was supposed to be a quick trip to sell my parents' property turned into this twisted journey that forced me to confront my demons. And then there she was. My first love, and deepest regret. The woman who still owns every piece of my blackened heart. When she asked for my time, I couldn't refuse. Now I can't walk away. Not after hearing of the danger her husband, a missing FBI agent, has brought to her doorstep. After everything, I owe her my help. It's why I offer to protect her and her two little girls from the danger circling them. It's a vow I never should have made, given the trail of bodies I've left in my wake. Like the harbinger of death, I'm the last man either of us should trust. In the Broken Redemption Series, one man's vow to protect the woman he lost becomes a battle between redemption, forgiveness, and the kind of love that refuses to let go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lucas & Emilia's story begins here: Book 1 of their Broken Redemption arc. Each couple's love story in the Broken Redemption Series is told over multiple books and forms a complete arc within this collection of connected romances set in the small town of Ruby Creek. There's no required reading order, but if you'd like to start at the very beginning, you're right where you belong. Lucas & Emilia are the first couple, followed by James & Annelly, whose story begins with Broken Misery (Broken Redemption Series - Book 1 of their arc).

War of Praisers, écrit par BelovedDarkStranger

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Lunar Virus ✔️, écrit par its_really_not

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What if I can't save the world?

STATUS: COMPLETED. Their worlds have been shattered by evils they weren't able to stop. Their powers, a reminder to all that they have lost. But when the fate of the world hangs in the balance once again these four heroines receive a second chance to become the heroes that they were destined to be all along. Can they come together in time to stop a futuristic threat or will the villain prove to be too powerful all over again? EXCERPT --------------------------------------------------------------- "You think she'll take the bait?" I asked "I have no idea," she admitted. Kadima opened up the portal and we stepped through. It was the only place she could be sure would have no civilians around. The office was stripped and abandoned. It was an old, basic, nondescript building that was set for demolition. It was dark and dusty. "How long until you think they come, if they come." "I don't think it will be long before they realise. I'm sure she must have some way of knowing when the timeline changes." "Suppose the timeline hasn't changed and this was apart of the plan all along," a voice said in the darkness. "What if something as small as this doesn't change the outcome of this timeline," Mistress Mind snickered as she emerged from behind the wall. Her visor glowed in the darkness. She leaned against the wall. "Did you think something this small would be able to stop us." "We had hoped," I fired up my pendent.