ManyWriters

  1 "Thalia Silverfang, has someone mistreated you?" My sibling's inquiry carried a hint of worry as he paused during our phone conversation. He must have detected something in my voice, but I tried to appear nonchalant. I put on a false cheerful expression, despite the anger threatening to overwhelm me. "No, everything's fine. I've just come to a conclusion—if marriage is inevitable, does the identity of my spouse really matter?" "Are you certain?" He persisted, his unease growing. "Thalia, if there's a problem, you can confide in me. What's behind this sudden eagerness to wed? You seemed reluctant before." Naturally

Love's Cruel Substitute, A Wolf's Heartbreak

Adjusting to an ordinary existence after ending someone's life proved more challenging than I had anticipated.


My pulse quickened whenever I passed a law enforcement officer. It was as if my own body betrayed me, forcing me to relive the moment I saw Victor Salvani's motionless form sprawled on the pavement. I kept my gaze lowered, trying to blend in with the crowd, but I couldn't shake the sensation that their eyes lingered on me a moment too long.


Flyers covered the city's walls, tacked to every utility pole and notice board. I paused at one, the paper slightly damp from a recent shower. The image staring back at me wasn't completely clear, but it was enough. The cloaked figure with a partially visible cheek—it was me.


"One hundred million dollars," I murmured to myself, reading the large text below. "Dead or alive."


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