Elizabeth Jones
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Some people in Vincent's life moved on with their lives, while others continued searching for him. Nathan was one of the later . He wasted no time and hired numerous individuals to locate his friend. Unfortunately, their last lead was in Portland. "Nathan, you're spacing out again," a sultry voice broke through his thoughts. He opened his eyes to see a stunning woman looking at him. The woman before him was a stunning sight, her fiery red hair flowing in soft waves that seemed to catch the light and…
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An ear-shattering explosion shook the entire underground basement, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The force of the blast was so intense that it obliterated everything in its path, reducing everything to rubble and dust. Even Vincent, who had joined forces with Denise to take down Celeste's clone, was swallowed whole by the vortex of destruction. Denise had to shield her face with her arms, struggling to keep her balance as the explosion raged on. For a moment, she thought that she too…
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Vincent's senses were jolted by Denise's scream. Suddenly, the black liquid surrounding Celeste began to move , enveloping her body until she emerged whole and healed. "Awoooooooooo " he roared in frustration. His instinctual response was to attack, not waiting for her to stabilize. But she was no longer the same as before. His claw lashed out, but it simply passed through her as if she were made of blood. "That's not the real one, idiot!" Denise shouted in mockery. "Darling, embrace me " she…
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"You're strong, my dear, but do you really think this is all I've got?" Celeste's clone sneered, growing bored with their exchange. She had been holding back her power, wanting to have some fun. "Do you think your bluff will work on me?" Denise remained calm and replied with a cold voice, "You're really quite arrogant, my dear. Let me teach you a lesson before I send you to your maker " Celeste's clone shook her head in mockery. Suddenly, she started tearing black liquid. The black liquid dripped…
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The battle between the two witches had reached a stalemate, with each one sizing up the other's limits. Denise was deep in thought, trying to come up with a strategy that would give her an advantage. Suddenly, she heard the voice of her alter ego whispering in her mind. "Use me. I'll kill that fake bitch for you," it said with a wicked laugh. Denise shook her head. She only used her alter ego when she needed to kill a large number of people. Despite her cold demeanor, she despised killing. "You…
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Denise transformed into a swarm of flies and chased after her sister, who was being dragged through some kind of portal. The descent seemed to go on forever until they finally emerged in a wide, spacious room filled with corpses. Denise quickly stabilized her footing and caught her sister , her face remaining calm despite the chaos surrounding them. Debbie, on the other hand, felt a sense of dread wash over her. This was the first time she had ever experienced something like this. Was this the life…
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With a sense of relief, Debbie followed the soulless man, hoping that he was leading her to safety. But as he pushed open the door that promised freedom, her hopes were crashed once again. She was a fool to believe that an undead would help her. "It was a trap" she muttered to herself with a hint of regret . Before her stood a naked woman who looked exactly like her aunt, but she knew that the woman in front was an imposter. "What have you done to Vincent?" she asked with a scared voice.She knew that…
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As the weight of the situation dawned on her, Debbie's thoughts turned to her sister. The only hope they had was if Denise could use her own supernatural abilities to take down the imposter. She knew that her twin sister would never hesitate to come to her aid, especially if she sensed that something was wrong. Their bond as twins was unbreakable, and her big sister had always been the one to protect her . She could feel it in her bones that Denise was on her way, and she held onto that hope as she…
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"Portland, the city of roses," the man in his 40s said with a smooth voice, his brown hair perfectly matched his black eyes. He had a chiseled jawline and a strong presence that commanded attention. He was just as handsome as Vincent, if not more so. Denise snorted, unimpressed by his greeting. "Don't try to butter me up, James, I know you're only here because the government wants to keep tabs on me." she said, her tone icy as she continued to walk. James rolled his eyes, a look of exasperation…
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"You have free reign, my dear," Vincent watched as she lay down on the floor and parted her legs wide open, inviting him in. The sight of her prestine slit made his heart race and his desire for her surge. He took off his shirt, revealing a shining medallion attached on his chest. Her eyes flickered to the emblem, but she quickly refocused her attention on the young, handsome man before her. Nothing was more important to her at this moment than to savor the pleasure of tasting him. He moved towards…
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