All the while continuously torturing him to satisfy some twisted curiosity!
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Sometimes that was the best part of hunting.
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“Up ahead, Noah realized the robot’s target; a lone Girl Scout holding a box of chocolate bars.”
“How dare you?” Dainzel’s sharp whisper made his blood run cold.
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He slipped into the Inn, carefully stepping over sleeping drunks, upturned furniture and broken crockery.
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Kai steps to the side and upper cuts her
"My name is Kai bitch!"
Erika stands on the curb, peering into the dark as a man walks towards her from under the cover of the large trees near the building. She flinches as the sparse street lights illuminate him eerily.
ERIKA “Mr. Gaymon?"
Liam’s palm kept pressing on his shoulder, warm and real, urging him to mix with the team.
"I took a selfie and wept at it's intricate beauty"
I have read enough fantasy novels to know about some make-belief magic
"Have the Americans located her yet?"
Since it was a brothel, quite a few wanted to taste this new flower.
"What's the hurry? Why don't you come sleep with me inste-", a large splatter could be heard from the room.
I was searching for the sentence and found out i made a mistake on one of the pages hauahuahauahuah. The sentences are: "crap, my boss is coming" and "every one touch my shoulder!". The last one is very random.
“Leticia! You are taking forever! This is not fashion week!” Lily called her.
"Nope" the man held up a hand to cut him off. "I've seen enough weirdness lately, I don't care anymore. After shadow monsters, flaming giants and magic, disappearing boys" he nodded towards the teen "a couple of seemingly sentient ferrets are nothing".
I would rather be jailed for life than murdered by this a**hole.
From Chapter Seven of Like Ecstasy
"What are you doing following me anyway? I don't like scary ladies"
Her words clung to Steppenwolf’s screen like the cracked frost he would see in machine rooms.
Finding my favourite singer hunched outside the stage doors devouring a dead rat was not the ideal end to an otherwise enjoyable gig.
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