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– Mój umysł albo wzrok muszą szwankować. Za każdym razem, kiedy na niego spoglądam, wydaje się znikać.
– Dziwne – odparła ostrożnie Nahri. – Dla mnie wygląda normalnie.
Yaqub odstawił miskę.
– Zawsze miałem wrażenie, że ty i „normalnie” nie idziecie w parze.

A teraz dzięki Nahri wiedziała już, że pierwszym krokiem po odnalezieniu
córki i Alego będzie wycięcie młodemu księciu serca.

no i db🙂🤓 mogl juz nie zyc 584838373 razy !!!!

Ma­ni­że wciąż stała bez ruchu, pa­trzącw ciem­ne je­zio­ro. – Banu Ma­ni­że? – po­wie­dział po raz ko­lej­ny.
– Sy­gnet prze­padł – ode­zwa­ła się nie­ty­po­wo, szep­tem. –A oni znik­nę­li. Od­da­ła pie­częć temu gzowi pia­sko­we­mu.

JPRDL trzeba bylo go !zabic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🤓😖😤😤😤😠😓

Ukra­dłeś mu je­dy­ną przy­szłość, o ja­kiej ma­rzył. Przez cie­bie stał się wra­kiem, od­czu­wa­ją­cym tak wiel­ki fi­zycz­ny ból, że są dni, kiedy nie po­tra­fi– Skrzy­wi­ła się z udrę­ką. – Jaka po­win­na być za to kara, afszi­nie?na­szpi­ko­wa­nie strza­ła­mi tego, przed któ­rym po­wi­nie­neś czoł­gać się w pyle?

😦😮🫨🫨 bitch !!🤓🖕

Gdy­by­śmy mieli ją urzą­dzić wedle jego ży­cze­nia, wszy­scy mie­li­by­śmy do po­dzia­łu ta­lerz dak­ty­li i być może czaj­ni­czek kawy, którą, jak sły­sza­łem, ostat­nio parzy sobie sam. – Głos króla za­brzmiał kpią­co. – A potem za­pew­ne ura­czył­by nas wy­kła­dem o do­bro­dziej­stwach po­dat­ku od nie­ru­cho­mo­ści.

Cier­pi po za­gu­bio­na dzi my­śla­ła, że do­sta­ła się do świa­ta mi swo­jej rze­ko­mej by­stro­ści, nie do­strze­gła, że przy­stoj­ny bo­ha­ter, który ją oca­lił, jest w rze­czy­wi­sto­ści po­two­rem. smut­ hi­sto­rii i za­mru­gać tymi pięk­ny­mi zie­lo­ny­mi ślep­ka­mi, a cie­bie tak to uszczę­śli­wi­ło, że zro­bi­łaś wszyst­ko, czego chciał.

Nie je­stem spe­cjal­nie wie­rzą­cy.I nigdy nie byłem za­kła­da­łem, że przod­ko­wie wprowa­dzi­li naszą re­li­gię po­ a potem zo­ba­czy­łem, Słu­cha­łem głosów,ocze­ku­jąc, że jeden z nich za­brzmi zna­jmo,Skła­mał­bym, twier­dząc, że moje czoło nie do­tknę­ło dy­wa­nu mo­dli­tew­ne­go szyb­ciej niż głowa naj­bar­dziej fana­tycz­ne­go z szej­ków.

– Nie mam im tego za złe – przy­znał król. – Gdy­bym był Dewą i zo­ba­czył, jak Banu Na­hi­da i jej afszin po­ja­wia­ją się zni­kąd, by cudem po­wstrzy­mać sza­fic­ki mo­tłoch przed na­jaz­dem na moją dziel­ni­cę, też bym sobie na­ry­so­wał znak po­pio­łem na czole.

Je­ste­śmy neu­tral­ni. Tylko tak da się utrzy­mać pokój w mie­ście. – Ob­ni­żył głos: – Ale ty… nie je­steś neu­tral­ny. Tacy, któ­rzy myślą i mówią tak jak ty, są nie­bez­piecz­ni.

Nocni Łowcy w jej wieku, z wy­jąt­kiem jej brata Jace’ego. A Se­ba­stian był jesz­cze lep­szy od nich oboj­ga. Ale on już nie żył.

sebastian😗😗✌️
jacego nice 😄

Simon też kie­dyś gapił się na takie dziew­czy­ny i dla za­bi­cia czasu za­sta­na­wiał się, dokąd idą, z kim się spo­ty­ka­ją. Na pewno nie z ta­ki­mi fa­ce­ta­mi jak on, tyle wie­dział.


db ze wiedzial

– Ona nie ma ni­ko­go.
Spoj­rzał mi w oczy i prze­chy­lił głowę na bok.
– Ty też nie mia­łaś, a teraz spójrz, gdzie je­steś.

– Nigdy nie będę takim przy­wód­cą, jak ty.
– Wspa­nia­le. Bądź lep­szym.

“We’re leaving in thirty seconds,“ Nazeera says, a warning in her voice.
I grit my teeth.
“Fifteen.“
“Shit.“
“Did you just swear?“ Nazeera says, stunned.
“I’m in an extraordinary amount of pain.“

“Can you walk?“
“I should be able to in just a minute.“
I hear her hesitate. “What does that mean?“
“If i manage to live long enough, maybe I’ll tell you.“
She’s unamused. “Can you really start running in just a minute?“
“Oh, now’s running? A moment ago you were asking if I could walk.“

Once I’m on the other side of the door, Nazeera pulls her invisibility on me. I don’t make it far before I take a sharp breath, slumping against the wall.
“Shit,“ she says. “Did you get shot?“
“Obviously,“ I bite out, trying to keep my breathing even.
“Dammit, Warner, what the hell is wrong with you?“

“Through I’m sure we’ll all be seeing each other soon, so i wouldn’t worry about missing me too much.“
And then, before anyone has a chance to protest, I run for the door, but not before Ibrahim fires his weapon. Three times. In close range. I fight back the urge to cry out as one of the bullets shoots clean through my calf.

He’s holding a bloodied towel to his throat“You idiot“Something between us has changed I can feel it can feel the shift in his attitude toward me. It takes a min to piece tog, but when it finally hits me it hits hard
Respect I tried to kill him and instead of being angry with me he seems pleased even impressed
“You did good work back there, it was a strong throw Solid“ It feels str to accept his compliment

he finally broke me
“You made a mistake sparing my life,thinking you could ask me to come back“
“You misunderstand me“ “I’m not asking you don’t have a choice“
“Good That’s make this easier“
“Aaron, I’m not unarmed I’m entirely willing to kill you if you step out of line though I can’t claim that murdering my son is my favourite way to spend a morning that doesn’t mean I won’t do it

“You could’ve send him anywhere,“ I say. “You had the power to do that. Instead, you let him remain in Sector 45-under my jurisdiction-on purpose. Didn’t you? And when you had Delaliu show me those files-when he came to me, convinced that Kent would be the perfect cellmate for Juliette because here was proof that he’d known her, that they’d gone to school together-“ Suddenly my father smiles. “I

“That’s not up to you.“
“Not up to me?“ Rage flashes in and out of his eyes, his cold mask quickly crumbling. “That girl has been the bane of my existence for twelve years,“ he says. “She’s caused me more problems than you can even begin to understand, not the least of which has been to distract my idiot son for

“All these years. You’ve been tampering with my mind. It was you.“ He says nothing, but I see the tension in his jaw, the sudden jump of a vein under skin. “Of course you wouldn’t let me be the master of my own mind“

“Despite my every effort to break you apart-to remove this cancer from out lives-you’ve insisted, over and over again, on falling in love with her“
He looks me in the eye, his own eyes wild with fury.
“She was never meant for you. She was never meant for any of this. This girl was sentenced to death,“ he says viciously, “the moment I named her Juliette“

“Okay,“ she says, “I know you’re probably upset-“
“Upset? You think I’m upset? “ I jerk violently against the ties. “Jesus Christ, woman, get me out of these goddamn restraints-“

Wishful thinking. That’s it-that’s the thing that does it. A room full of extremely powerful people and yet, it’s this moment, this brief, barely there moment of shock that ruins us all. I feel the needle in my neck before I even register what’s happening, and I have only few seconds to scan the room-glimpsing the horror on my friends’ faces-before I fall.

Another harash, painful gasp. “Who do you think called me here? Who do you think has been keeping me apprised, of every single thing you’ve been discussing?“ I freeze. A horrible, sick feeling gathers in my chest. We all turn, as a group, to face Nazeera.

“You know what’s always been so great about you, Castle?“ “You’re so predictable. You like to collect strays. You love a good sob story.“ Paris cry out with a sudden, rough exhalation, and I realize Castle probably turned up the pressure. Anderson catches his breath, he says, “You’re an idiot. You’re an idiot for trusting so easily.

“It-“
Delalieu falls back with a small, surprised gasp,
I feel my heart rate slow. I feel the world slow. I feel formed from water, watching the scene unfold in slow motion, frame by frame.
A bullet between his eyes.
Blood trickling down his forehead.
A short, sharp scream.
“You traitorous son of a bitch,“ someone says.
I’m seeing it, but I don’t believe it. Paris is here.

“All right,“ he says, picking at his pizza, “Makes sense. I mean she’s not even that pretty“
My plate falls out of my hand. Pizza hit the floor. “Not even? She’s like the most beautiful woman I’ve-“
“See what I’m saying?“
“Wow,“ Winston says, staring solemnly at the pizza on the ground. “Yeah, Kenji is definitely full of shit.“

“I know a lot of things you don’t know,“ Ian says. “The first of wihch is that Kenji was definitely hooking up with Nazeera, like, five seconds ago.“
“What the hell is wrong with you?“
“You were hooking up with Nazeera? We were only gone a few hours!“
“I did not hook up with Nazeera“ I lie.
Ian takes a bite of pizza. “Whatever, bro. No judgment. The world’s on fire. Have some fun.“