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I stopped, panting, my blade drooping in my grip as I stared at the dead Being. It wasn’t the first time I’d killed, not even close, but I had never done it in front of my family before. I didn’t want to look at them; didn’t want them to look at me. Death shouldn’t have touched my foals—they deserved to be home, safe from all the ugliness of the outside world.
“Papa, I’m so sorry!” Colete rushed to me. “Are you hurt?”
“No, no, I’m fine. Why are you sorry?” I was sorry. “Careful!” I quickly ran my blade
But, You’re not my Alpha by Carol Pedroso
Kevin walked into his father’s office and stifled the urge to roll his eyes at the overdone opulence. The lone couch was done in red velvet and there was a gold-coloured lamp beside it. The big desk that dominated the room was made of rich dark wood and the top was covered in more red velvet with gold edging holding it to the desk.
The rest of the room was similarly decorated, and Kevin wondered what look his father was going for.
“It was good of you to finally show up.” The snarl made Kevin freeze a moment
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As Lovely as a Tree: Part 1 by Sarah Hayes
The nurse wheeled the machine closer to the glass wall that separated the patient from the rest of the world. The screen flashed a series of images in rapid succession.
“Can I see that again?”
The nurse pressed several buttons on an unseen console. The video paused and skipped back several frames, then froze on a single frame— a house, covered in creeping vines, nestled between heavy-limbed trees The entire scene was dimly lit and shrouded in fog, moonlight faintly piercing through the natural ceiling of trees over the roof.
From her bed, the patient leaned forward.
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Super Trooper #16 (3.2) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Madhu was the baby of the family and the apple of everyone’s eye. She was a happy child, always smiling, even if she didn’t talk very much. Chan’s mother defended her younger daughter by saying that she would speak more when she had something she wanted to say. Who could argue with such logic?
“Are you excited to go to the park?” Chan asked his little sister. He placed her on his hip, where she fit naturally and comfortably. “Have some fried chicken?”
“Chicken,” Madhu repeated, nodding.
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