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2,708,437	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2708418}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:43	active	2652	🔞🔥Click to Read more about📜<The Rejected Rogue Luna>📜	“This is such a pleasant surprise, Seth” I croon, running to meet my mate. It has been so long since I have seen him last and I miss the familiar scent of him and his laughter. I throw my hands around him but he does not hug me back. If anything he seems like he does not want me to be here. “I had no idea you were throwing a party for my homecoming” I tell him, kissing him slightly on the cheek. “I had no idea you were back, Rowena. You should not be here” He pushes me, holding me away from his body. “Did you not get my letter?” I ask, my smile falling from my face. “What letter?” He grunts. “The one where I told you I will be coming back today. You missed my graduation and I thought to surprise you by returning but it seems you did not know” My feet grows cold at this information and I back away from him. He is staring at me, his eyes not giving the usual warmth that I am used to. It could only explain why he had not responded to any of my letters for the past months. I gave excuses that he must be busy as Alpha and head of the pack and he could not write to me but… Seth de Beaufort, my childhood friend and mate was staring at me like I was some stranger. “Who then is the party for?” I ask. I am interrupted by cheers erupting from the members of our pack and then I see her walk in, holding freshly picked flowers in her hand and a crown on her head. I know who this is, she is my best friend, Isobel but what is she doing? I am pushed back into the crowd as she approaches. She is yet to see me as she only has eyes for Seth who is smiling back at her. “Hello mate” I hear her whisper. Mate? I gasp. I push forward, stopping her approach. “Rowena” She jolts. “What are you doing here?” She glances at Seth who shrugs his shoulders. “I should be asking you that question, don’t you think? What are you doing?” I cry out. “I am getting engaged” She smiles brightly at me. “It is great that you are here, maybe you could be my chief’s bridesmaid?” “You have got to be joking” I scoff. “Not now, Rowena. We will talk about this after” Seth stops me, putting out a hand for Isobel. “No” I raise my voice, my insides shaking with confusion. I cannot believe my eyes as I watch them turn to me. “We have to talk about it now” I tell him, braving the stares I am getting from every member of the pack. “Okay, if you want to do this here then that is fine by me” Seth growls, stepping away from Isobel and approaching me. “Seth, what is the meaning of this? We are mates… you can still feel it so why?” “I, Seth de Beaufort reject you, Rowena Stuart as my mate and future Luna” He declares. “No, stop it please… do not do this” I grunt, my chest tearing apart with pain. I double over, clutching my pounding heart. “Accept the rejection!” He spits. “Accept it and leave so that I might have a great day with my true mate” He announces. “I, Rowena Stuart… accept your rejection” My chest eases up a little bit as I say this but I cannot stop the tears gushing from my eyes as I watch them walk up, smiling into each other’s eyes. I feel betrayed by every single step and every single smile. To think I was coming back to my fiance and my best friend and they were doing this behind my back. I turn around, dashing out and into the dark, my eyes blinded with tears. This should not be happening. I collapse to the ground outside the party, my heart beating rapidly like it is about to burst. I do not turn around even when I hear the patters of feet until a throat clears behind me. “Rowena, I…” “Have you not done enough, Isobel?” I rise to my feet and face her. She has a smirk on her face “How could you? I trusted you, you are my best friend!” I cry out. “It is hardly my fault that Seth took a liking to me while you were away pursuing the career of your dreams.” she scoffs at this. I had gone to learn modern healing and had been supported by every member of the clan, including Seth. “Who do you think comforted him on the nights when he was alone and needed company?” I make to slap her but she catches my hand in the air, throwing it back at me. “This is the least of your problems, I promise you” She tells me instead. “What is that supposed to mean?” I ask “Did you come here straight from the airport?” She throws her head back to laugh. I did come there straight because I thought… “What do you mean?” I ask her again. “I don’t know, friend. You should probably run along home now before it is too late” She turns around and walks back into the party. I stand there in confusion not understanding what her talk was about. I move however, heading straight to my home with her warning ringing in my ears. I can hear screaming coming in the direction of my home which only speeds my steps. “What is happening?” I mutter, running inside. Sybillia, my sister has tears streaming down her face and her clothes torn to shreds. “What happened, talk to me” I shake her. “Father was taken” Her voice broke. “Taken?” I ask, confusion dotting my forehead “They say he is a traitor and they are going to kill him, Rowena. You have to do something.” She holds me, crying some more. “Where is mother?” I ask her. She shakes her head in the negative which told me that she had no idea where our mother was. “Listen, Sybil… I need you to find mother” I shake her again. “Do you hear me? I want you to find her and then I want you both to hide” I tell her. “What are you going to do?” She asks. “I need to find out what is going on” I mutter vaguely. I turn around and exit, heading back to the party where I burst in regarding Seth with baleful eyes. He notices me immediately and rolls his eyes but I approach, stopping when his guards block my path. “My father, what has he done?” I ask, my voice breaking. Seth, my one time lover and mate regards me with disgust, his lips quirking up in a sneer. “He is a traitor and for that he must die” Screams of hate ROWENA “That is a lie” I scream. There are murmurs everywhere by members of the pack and I know they must think that I have lost my head coming here and yelling at the Alpha of the pack but I am too far gone to understand what I am doing. “I will allow you leave this place and we will speak when my party is over” Seth warns me. “I want to know what crimes my father has committed for you to lock him up” I repeat. “Look at her” Isobel grunts, turning to Seth. “She does not respect you, my love. Tell me how she is going to remain in this pack if she is this defiant towards you” She mutters. Seth’s eyes darkens as he rises to his feet, pointing a hand towards me. “You dare speak back to your Alpha?” He snaps, approaching me. I do not take a step back even as I am intimidated by him. It is as though we are now enemies because I do not recognize him anymore as the man I used to be in love with. “Your father has admitted to his crimes and come noon tomorrow, he will be beheaded as a traitor and so will your mother” He announces The crowd cheers again “You will denounce them, yourself and your sister or you will leave me no choice” “I cannot do that… I cannot-” “And for the crime of speaking back at me, Rowena Stuart… you will be reduced to the life of a maid and you will serve Isobel who is going to be my Luna” My friend smiles, clasping her fingers together. “Guards” Seth calls The door swished open again and they enter. “Get her out of her and make sure to keep her locked up until she denounces her bloodline. Make the announcement that I shall be marrying Isobel Howard tomorrow’s noon after the execution of Grant and Helena Stuart” He declares. “No” I rave, trashing as both men drag me out of his tent. They are laughing at my struggle and then I hear the loud thunk of the metal gate leading to the dungeons. I am thrown into it, flung like useless waste paper. I do not know how long I am in that dim pit before the doors burst open and I hear the fall of footsteps approaching where I lay. “Rowena?” A voice calls out. I recognize it immediately as Isobel and wonder what she wants. “What the do you want?” I rave, my eyes red from all the crying I have been doing the past hour. She is standing in front of me now, her lips quirked up in a smile. “I hate you” I snap. “What do you hate me for? For sleeping with her fiance or reporting your parents for…” She pauses as my eyes widens in realization. “Oops” She laughs. “You are a slut who moved on her friend’s man almost immediately she…” “Almost immediately?” She stops me, scoffing. “Have you been so utterly blind, Rowena?” Rowena, I think… she used to call me Row but I guess when you betray your friend, you do not get to use pet names any longer. “Seth and I have been together before you both began dating. The engagement to you was his father’s idea… you do not think he wanted to get married to you, did you?” She asks. “What are you talking about?” I mutter. She laughs then, her voice grating on my ears. “You have always had a stupid crush on Seth, always saying he will be your mate and so when you claimed he was your mate and your wolf has…” “I claimed?” I stop her. “Seth is my mate!” I scream at her “But he is also mine!” Isobel screams back at me. “You are lying, that is not possible” “It is rare but not impossible and that is what we are going to tell the members of the pack. They are going to hear that my wolf has mated with his and he has rejected your bond because of your family. They are going to accept me as Luna of the pack and if you want to save yourself then you will accept Seth’s offer” “You plotted this, didn’t you? You plotted this treason and you somehow roped my family into it” I accuse. “Whatever are you talking about, dear girl” She mocks, her eyes wide with innocence. “Get out” I snarl, my eyes blue with rage. “Your parents have been arrested but we are yet to catch Sybillia. Where did you send her?” She questions. I am confused at this because I know I sent Sybil to find our mother and so if they have both been arrested then she is supposed to be with them. “I have no idea where she is” I mutter. “Yes you do and you are going to tell me. Tomorrow is my wedding and I am not going to have you ruin my chances at being Luna of this pack” My lips curve up in a smile but I say nothing. “Where the is she?” Isobel asks again, approaching me. “I have no idea” I repeat. She stares at me, the anger evident in her gaze. “You will pay for this” She declares right before walking out and leaving me in the darkness. I do not know how long the night lasts but the doors open again and I hear a tumble and then a yelp. “Who’s there?” I mutter. “Rowena?” I hear my sister. “Sybil?” I ask, scampering to my feet. “How are you here? I thought you somehow escaped” “I was caught. They have mom and dad and they… they are going to kill them” She cries out. “Come here” I mutter. I put my hand out through the opening and touch my sister, our hands connecting and holding. I can feel her panic and I am sure she can feel mine too. “Everything will be alright” I reassure her. “What are we going to do?” She asks me. “We have to do something” “We ask the moon goddess for help” I tell her. We both close our eyes and begin praying to the moon goddess. I feel peaceful for the first time since our ordeal began and so I close my eyes, my hand still intertwined with my sister’s and I drift into sleep. … “Drag her out!” The loud boom of voice arouses me from my sleep. I hear screaming right before my sister is yanked from my grasp. “No, leave her alone” I yell. The door to my prison is also opened and I am dragged out too. “Leave my sister the …” One of the guards back hand me across the face and blood spurts out of my mouth. “Shut your mouth, cunt” He snaps. I can still hear her screams as I am led out into the open with members of the pack staring at me with disgust evident on their faces. I stare back, refusing to lower my gaze. I am not a traitor and neither is any member of my family so why should I be ashamed? I am pushed forward until we come to the clearing and I see Seth and Isobel both seated with my father and mother kneeling. They are tied up and I can see that they have both taken beatings but I do not see Sybillia anywhere. “We are gathered here today to sentence Grant and Helena Stuart for the crime of dabbling into the dark arts” Seth announces. The crowd cheers and I can feel the bile rising in my mouth at the sound of their hooping. They are happy, I think. I knew we were hated but I did not think they would be happy to see us die. Where is my sister? Where was she taken? I think to myself. “How do you both plead?” Seth roars, rising to his feet. My father says nothing and so does my mother. “I will spare both your daughters if they denounce your family right this minute” He declares. There are hushed protest about this but no one dares say anything to counter the Alpha of the pack. I can see that my father is about to speak up but we are interrupted by a commotion and sounds of running. I turn around, my eyes happening upon Sybillia who is holding a crossbow aimed at Seth. She has blood running from the center of her legs and I can see that she can hardly stand. “No” I scream, rising to my feet to stop her but I am held back by the guards. “You asshole” She pants. “You cannot do this, Sybil… it is treason” I scream, tears streaming down my face. “Put the crossbow down, Sybillia” My father’s calm voice comes through. My sister’s eyes are bright as she stares pointedly at Seht who has not breathed a word and then she drops the crossbow. I heave a sigh of relief at this while the guards grab the weapon, taking it away from her grasp. There is still a hushed silence, like everyone was waiting for a reaction from the Alpha with bated breath. I turn to Seth, his eyes are black with rage and I know there is trouble. “Do it” I hear him say. Do what? I am confused but I follow his eyes to where my sister remained standing. I see the swing of the sword too late as my sister is cut down. There is a scream, a tiny high pitched scream… I realize it is me screaming before I pass out.	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2,707,806	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2707713}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:42	active	2652	🌕😱Click To Read More。	Ji’lahni’s POV: Mina! “Where the hell are we? We’re in the middle of nowhere.” I yelled. “We’re about to come up missing out here in these damn woods!” Shawna whined from the back seat. “Ji’lahni I swear this is where the address you gave me took us to. I followed it exactly as that Google lady told me.” Mina said looking confused and a little scared. We have been driving since 4am this morning and it was now almost 7pm and we still haven’t made it to the Crystal Wolf Lake Reserve . I’m pretty sure that my legs are numb, and my ass died 4 hours ago. We were supposed to be preforming for a mating anniversary and also planning something they called a mating ceremony for our good friend Lateri Crystal. She took our dance class to Spruce up her love life 6 months ago. She was 60 years old, but she aged beautifully she looked at least forty-five. She had long beautiful curly brown hair, hazel eyes that changed color whenever she was excited, or happy when she got a tough dance move, or a compliment when she remembered the choreography. She had beautiful tanned skinned that looked like it had a golden glow. We became her instant daughters she called us every Wednesday night at the same time, and we would talk for hours she really has become important to us since we are all the family we had. Our parents died in an accidental fire during Christmas 7 years ago Mina was sixteen, me and Shawna were eighteen and we have been together ever since. It’s weird that they call it a mating ceremony instead of just saying a wedding, but oh well, with the money they’re paying us they can call it whatever the hell they want. Me and my cousins were the owners and operators of JMS Wedding planning and also owners of JMS dance studio for BBW women like us. We mostly dance to sexy sensual, hip-hop, r&b, and even some pop music. We each had our specialty. Mina was hip hop r&b; Shawna was r&b and pop, and as for me, I do sensual and r&b. We also added self-defense classes with our best friend Lynn who is a bad ass at everything crossbow, shooting, sword, and martial art, and yes she’s BBW as well, we met her in college, and we have been training with her for the past 5 years. Yes, we can do it all.. We have to work twice as hard, and we have our limits, but we always said work smarter not harder. So, we had to learn how to use our skills differently. We train every day and although we’re not as good as Lynn but please UNDERSTAND we can damn sure make her ass stumble. And that’s saying a lot since she was Black and Asian who has been training since she came out of the womb. She would have been with us in this damn forest, but she had family stuff, so she won’t get here until tomorrow. But we do have her toys in the trunk just in case we have to fuck some shit up out here. We’re supposed to be staying here for the next 3 weeks until the wedding because we live so far away and again they paid us so well that we would have stayed longer if they asked. The bride is Lateri’s soon to be daughter -N- law which I don’t think she likes her all that well. Because while she was taking our class she would roll her eyes at the mention of her daughter N law, and I don’t ever think she told us her name until she asked us to do the mating ceremony. But she loved her son and talked Makahi Crystal every single time we talked. She said it was time that he settled down and started a family and since him and the name we cannot mention have been dating for 3 years it was time they sealed the deal even if she don’t like her “uppity ass.” Her words not mine. She was hoping that he would find his Luna she called it. And don’t ask me what that means because I don’t know but giving this is a Mating ceremony I just chuck it up to it must be a cultural thing she seemed like an earthy type person who walks barefoot outside and preferred sleeping outside on the ground and living off the land so to speak. Far different from our southern asses. Don’t get me wrong we’re country and definitely know how to farm, cook, garden, and build things to survive. We learned that from our grandparents and parents but that was a different time for them and even though we lived that way we also evolved as well, so we not doing none of that survival shit unless we have to. Like an apocalypse or some shit. But about 3 months ago Lateri called me and asked that we do her son’s wedding, sorry mating and performed for her anniversary. We essentially declined, due to the fact that she was halfway across the country, and we would be losing money if we tried to plan that at our rates. But she wouldn’t take no for an answer and offered us damn near what we would make in a year. So here we are, we flew as far as we could and rented a car to travel the rest of the way, which is where we are at the present time, lost as hell. “Look pull over so we can get Lynn’s guns out the trunk because it’s getting dark and although I’ll be scared as hell even with a gun I’m still gone be scared as hell but hopefully fear will make me pull the trigger and not freeze and be mauled by a bear or a damn mountain lion. That would be some fucked up shit for three Black women to be killed in a damn forest you know damn well Black folks don’t do forest at night, hell not even in daylight if we think big ass animals are in them.” Mina pulled over and I hopped out to get Lynn’s bags. “And get the knives too we gonna be tomb raider out here.” Shawna said. Mina looks at Shawna through the rear-view mirror frowning. “And what the hell you gonna do with them knives, yeah you know how to use them, but you know damn well you hate violence of any kind.” Mina teased. Shawna hated conflict she was quiet and reserved and avoided arguing and drama. Mina on the other hand was smart mouthed and could back it up. As for me I observe and speak only when spoken to, you get the same energy you give me I don’t like to fight but I will if you cross the line, and we always protect each other no matter what. Getting back in the car handing Shawna the bag of goodies I said. “Here I just got the whole bag I’m not standing out there for a long time trying to find that stuff. “Damn that shit is heavy, Lynn planning on working our asses to death I thought we would catch a small break for 3 weeks but she damn near brought everything she has in her studio.” Shawna sighed heavily. “You already know, Lynn’s not giving us no damn break, you remember what happened last year when we took a week off to vacation in the Bahamas , we damn near died when we got back in the studio, especially because we did our classes and then thought we could train in hers after that.” I shuddered at the remembered pain in every part of my body, fingernails included, we literally crawled into our apartment every day for 2 weeks straight. I feel like at least two of those nights we just slept at the front door until after 2am. I thought to myself. After another half hour I had dozed off because I was exhausted, we have literally been up for 3 days straight prepping, planning, and organizing for this trip. Mina hit me saying, “Hey look I think I see something that looks like some kind of guard shack.” Hopping up on full alert praying that we have finally made it. “Thank God I hope we’re in the right place or they can tell us where to go. Shawna zip the weapons back up halfway just in case you need to move quick if they try and kidnap us.” I said half serious because you never know in these damn woods. But Here we fucking go. I don't know why but I feel like this is about to be some weird shit we’re not use to. I hope we’re not walking into some type of hippy weird stuff, where folk walk around with their ass, titties, and dicks out and be having sex with any and everyone. I may be open minded and respect people’s culture, but don’t think I’m joining in none of that shit, even though Mina and Shawna would definitely consider joining because they some damn horny Bitches. But anyway, here goes nothing.	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2,707,956	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-28 00:42	active	2652	⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “My new favorite fantasy world.”	📕 Cyran cranked the windlass on the mounted crossbow atop the watchtower, bracing himself and heaving against its tension until the rope clicked into place. The intermittent whoosh of dragon wings beating the air sounded close by as he loaded a dragonbolt into the crossbow. But before he could return to the trigger, a dragon rose over the merlons, and its talons thumped on stone as it landed in front of him. Cyran lurched, and his hands shook as he lunged for the trigger handle. But this dragon’s scales were deep green. “Squire,” Sir Ilion—the guard riding the dragon—said as he studied the dead bodies of the archers. “Are you adept at the turret bow?” Cyran glanced at the turret beneath the dragon, which hung to the dragon’s knees and was not in danger of being crushed during a typical landing. A man hung limp there, held in place by the harness at his waist and straps around his boots. A dragonbolt must have torn completely through his abdomen, given the gaping hole there. “It is a terrible loss, but thank the Paladin the bolt did not hit its intended target—our dragon,” Ilion said. “We still have a chance to defend the outpost. Move quickly, squire. Nevergrace is under attack!” Cyran sprinted for the turret. “I am adept at the hand crossbow, but I have yet to fly.” Ilion groaned and glanced around while the archer on the quarterdeck shouted, “We do not have time to be choosy. And we need another archer. I cannot hope to shoot down all these dragons myself.” The mage behind Ilion whispered something as well. “Mount up, quickly,” Ilion said, and Cyran climbed into the turret. He worked at the buckles and straps binding the dead man’s boots as his hands shook. “Hurry, squire. There are five dragons attacking our outpost. We must shoot them down, or Nevergrace will fall.” Cyran jerked at a strap, and the harness around the dead archer’s waist came free. The body toppled over, striking one of the three poles making up the frame and suspended basket of the turret before bouncing off and falling toward the watchtower. Cyran caught the dead archer by his tunic and eased him over the edge, setting him gently down on the stones. Then he worked to pull the harness off the body. “At a minimum, you should also take his chainmail,” Ilion shouted from above. Cyran eyed the links of armor and the gaping hole in it. Little good it did him against a dragonbolt. He knelt and worked at the straps on the man’s back. Dragon shrieks rang in the distance. “This is taking too long,” the archer on the quarterdeck said.�“Just strap yourself in, squire,” Ilion said, and the forest dragon’s wings beat the air. Cyran snatched the harness and leapt into the turret, working his boots into the straps of the rotating platform. A dragon shrieked, and beating wings sounded. The forest dragon lifted from the watchtower and dipped its wings, swinging out to the west. Cyran stumbled but held himself in place by gripping the handle of the crossbow, only one of his feet strapped in. Once they leveled out, he worked at the straps for his other foot. But they dipped and rose on air currents, the force of the movements pulling Cyran off balance and throwing him out flat along the lip of the platform. His head and back slipped over the edge. He hung there for a moment with one leg extended and wrenched beyond its normal range of motion, only that foot bound to the turret. He stared down at the torches burning in the bailey far, far below. Time stood still. The rope and arms of the crossbow up on the quarterdeck snapped and thrummed, and a bolt screamed away. “Where’s your bolt, squire?” Ilion asked. Cyran grabbed the knee of his strapped-in leg, prayed the straps would hold for what he had to do, and jerked his torso back over the edge of the turret. He grabbed the crossbow with one hand to steady himself as everything around him wheeled and turned. “Our only hope is to shoot down all of the north’s dragons,” Ilion said loud enough so Cyran could hear over the beating of wings. “Or we will all die.” Cyran buckled a strap over the top of his loose foot and another behind his heel. “But we have to avoid a direct confrontation with that shadow dragon at all costs.” Cyran wrapped the loops of the harness around his upper thighs and waist. He cinched them down. “Even if that means we have to enter the forest. That colossal beast won’t be able to follow us into the woods.” Cyran snapped the harness to a line wrapped around the crossbow’s frame, completely anchoring himself in. He exhaled a stale breath. Dragons dropped and climbed in the fire- and moonlit skies around them. The white ice dragons stood out against the night more than any others, and they passed around the castle. “We must concentrate on shooting them down,” Ilion said. The dragonmage’s response was muffled by the shrieks and beating of wings around them. “No. We will not engage in any attempt at jousting. Not even if coming directly at the shadow dragon protects us from all her archers. We will fly after each dragon and try to take them by surprise. With our bolts.” “But you watch out for those lances coming at us,” the archer on the quarterdeck said. “If they take you out, we won’t be alive for long.” “I will do my part as best I can,” Ilion replied. “I’ll protect you and spear a dragon’s eye or heart if it comes too close. But you two need to shoot down five dragons.”� They swooped around the watchtower in a tight arc, and Cyran’s stomach slid up into his throat. Then they launched out into the night at the attacking dragons, one of which highlighted itself with firelight. Other icy and fiery breaths continued to bombard the castle. Wind battered Cyran’s cheeks and grasped at his hair with chill fingers as Nevergrace swirled and blurred beneath him. He was flying… on a dragon. His stomach settled, and his heart pounded with a renewed force. He swiveled his crossbow around and tilted it upward, but the highlighted fire dragon moved too quickly. It created beautiful soaring patterns that filled Cyran with dread, and it never repeated its pattern or made its lines of flight predictable. The ice dragons darted and weaved about, often disappearing behind the watchtowers and keep. The mist dragon appeared only as a pale body, its wings blending with the night as it spewed fog around the periphery of the outpost. A vision of what this creature would look like in the daylight and against the sky sea and clouds suddenly struck Cyran. It would appear as only two black wings descending from above. Cyran shuddered as he continued searching for a target. A massive black beast glided overhead in the distance, visible only because of its size, its silhouette blotting out the light of the moons that was splattered across the sky sea. Their forest dragon’s wings dropped and obscured Cyran’s view of everything to either side of them. He would have to be careful not to fire when the wings were descending, something he’d barely thought of before. He glanced to the dragon’s legs. Those enormous limbs were tucked close to its body and should not come into his line of fire, not unless the dragon was tearing at soldiers or knights on the ground. And their dragon would find no such adversaries in this battle. Then there was also their dragon’s tail. It moved more erratically than the wings but was comparatively small and thin. The forest dragon rolled hard to the left and grazed the top of the battlements, chasing after an ice dragon that had just made its pass and was climbing away. “Get ready to bring her down,” Sir Ilion yelled. “Roll east in ten flaps.” The forest dragon ascended, and Cyran pivoted around, trying to find a line of sight. But the ice dragon was not only out in front but also above them. Taking a shot would risk hitting his own dragon’s underbelly. The mist dragon shrieked, curtailing its fog making, and it dived into a legion of crossbow-wielding soldiers and knights, raking through their lines with its feet and talons. The beast ripped some of the men and a horse up from the earth and crushed them before flinging their bodies into others. Some in Nevergrace’s army screamed, and their ranks fell apart as many raced back toward the outer curtain. Shock and anger bit into Cyran. He dipped his crossbow as he attempted to track the mist dragon, but it rolled back and forth over the fields below. Cyran squeezed the trigger handle, and the rope shot forward, the metal arms reverberating.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C6L1SV2D?maas=	R.M. Schultz Fantasy Author	https://www.facebook.com/rmschultz.author/	363	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	amazon.com	IMAGE		https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C6L1SV2D?maas=maas_adg_83A79DB9FD25CF727B662B773F052ABD_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas&ref	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475739372_4062746810655259_1321268217261719946_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=wjjgtGNl2YAQ7kNvgFFTeuQ&_nc_oc=Adib77ahaYuuk8zTXp9s0L31dUPWjBlDyegUHnwElE-DcY4GU_yGdD_pCFiqcaQiCjMbENUZ05_4X5NfURp5u3Jl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AoDWwXmQsdtmVzh3n-lGrtn&oh=00_AYAe-bxJAL0R6nsG9OPPdVI-XKQCrVw8gen5FqHGuOo_zQ&oe=67C711DB	PERSON_PROFILE	R.M. 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2,708,320	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-28 00:43	active	2652	🔞🔥Click to Read more about📜<The Rejected Rogue Luna>📜	“This is such a pleasant surprise, Seth” I croon, running to meet my mate. It has been so long since I have seen him last and I miss the familiar scent of him and his laughter. I throw my hands around him but he does not hug me back. If anything he seems like he does not want me to be here. “I had no idea you were throwing a party for my homecoming” I tell him, kissing him slightly on the cheek. “I had no idea you were back, Rowena. You should not be here” He pushes me, holding me away from his body. “Did you not get my letter?” I ask, my smile falling from my face. “What letter?” He grunts. “The one where I told you I will be coming back today. You missed my graduation and I thought to surprise you by returning but it seems you did not know” My feet grows cold at this information and I back away from him. He is staring at me, his eyes not giving the usual warmth that I am used to. It could only explain why he had not responded to any of my letters for the past months. I gave excuses that he must be busy as Alpha and head of the pack and he could not write to me but… Seth de Beaufort, my childhood friend and mate was staring at me like I was some stranger. “Who then is the party for?” I ask. I am interrupted by cheers erupting from the members of our pack and then I see her walk in, holding freshly picked flowers in her hand and a crown on her head. I know who this is, she is my best friend, Isobel but what is she doing? I am pushed back into the crowd as she approaches. She is yet to see me as she only has eyes for Seth who is smiling back at her. “Hello mate” I hear her whisper. Mate? I gasp. I push forward, stopping her approach. “Rowena” She jolts. “What are you doing here?” She glances at Seth who shrugs his shoulders. “I should be asking you that question, don’t you think? What are you doing?” I cry out. “I am getting engaged” She smiles brightly at me. “It is great that you are here, maybe you could be my chief’s bridesmaid?” “You have got to be joking” I scoff. “Not now, Rowena. We will talk about this after” Seth stops me, putting out a hand for Isobel. “No” I raise my voice, my insides shaking with confusion. I cannot believe my eyes as I watch them turn to me. “We have to talk about it now” I tell him, braving the stares I am getting from every member of the pack. “Okay, if you want to do this here then that is fine by me” Seth growls, stepping away from Isobel and approaching me. “Seth, what is the meaning of this? We are mates… you can still feel it so why?” “I, Seth de Beaufort reject you, Rowena Stuart as my mate and future Luna” He declares. “No, stop it please… do not do this” I grunt, my chest tearing apart with pain. I double over, clutching my pounding heart. “Accept the rejection!” He spits. “Accept it and leave so that I might have a great day with my true mate” He announces. “I, Rowena Stuart… accept your rejection” My chest eases up a little bit as I say this but I cannot stop the tears gushing from my eyes as I watch them walk up, smiling into each other’s eyes. I feel betrayed by every single step and every single smile. To think I was coming back to my fiance and my best friend and they were doing this behind my back. I turn around, dashing out and into the dark, my eyes blinded with tears. This should not be happening. I collapse to the ground outside the party, my heart beating rapidly like it is about to burst. I do not turn around even when I hear the patters of feet until a throat clears behind me. “Rowena, I…” “Have you not done enough, Isobel?” I rise to my feet and face her. She has a smirk on her face “How could you? I trusted you, you are my best friend!” I cry out. “It is hardly my fault that Seth took a liking to me while you were away pursuing the career of your dreams.” she scoffs at this. I had gone to learn modern healing and had been supported by every member of the clan, including Seth. “Who do you think comforted him on the nights when he was alone and needed company?” I make to slap her but she catches my hand in the air, throwing it back at me. “This is the least of your problems, I promise you” She tells me instead. “What is that supposed to mean?” I ask “Did you come here straight from the airport?” She throws her head back to laugh. I did come there straight because I thought… “What do you mean?” I ask her again. “I don’t know, friend. You should probably run along home now before it is too late” She turns around and walks back into the party. I stand there in confusion not understanding what her talk was about. I move however, heading straight to my home with her warning ringing in my ears. I can hear screaming coming in the direction of my home which only speeds my steps. “What is happening?” I mutter, running inside. Sybillia, my sister has tears streaming down her face and her clothes torn to shreds. “What happened, talk to me” I shake her. “Father was taken” Her voice broke. “Taken?” I ask, confusion dotting my forehead “They say he is a traitor and they are going to kill him, Rowena. You have to do something.” She holds me, crying some more. “Where is mother?” I ask her. She shakes her head in the negative which told me that she had no idea where our mother was. “Listen, Sybil… I need you to find mother” I shake her again. “Do you hear me? I want you to find her and then I want you both to hide” I tell her. “What are you going to do?” She asks. “I need to find out what is going on” I mutter vaguely. I turn around and exit, heading back to the party where I burst in regarding Seth with baleful eyes. He notices me immediately and rolls his eyes but I approach, stopping when his guards block my path. “My father, what has he done?” I ask, my voice breaking. Seth, my one time lover and mate regards me with disgust, his lips quirking up in a sneer. “He is a traitor and for that he must die” Screams of hate ROWENA “That is a lie” I scream. There are murmurs everywhere by members of the pack and I know they must think that I have lost my head coming here and yelling at the Alpha of the pack but I am too far gone to understand what I am doing. “I will allow you leave this place and we will speak when my party is over” Seth warns me. “I want to know what crimes my father has committed for you to lock him up” I repeat. “Look at her” Isobel grunts, turning to Seth. “She does not respect you, my love. Tell me how she is going to remain in this pack if she is this defiant towards you” She mutters. Seth’s eyes darkens as he rises to his feet, pointing a hand towards me. “You dare speak back to your Alpha?” He snaps, approaching me. I do not take a step back even as I am intimidated by him. It is as though we are now enemies because I do not recognize him anymore as the man I used to be in love with. “Your father has admitted to his crimes and come noon tomorrow, he will be beheaded as a traitor and so will your mother” He announces The crowd cheers again “You will denounce them, yourself and your sister or you will leave me no choice” “I cannot do that… I cannot-” “And for the crime of speaking back at me, Rowena Stuart… you will be reduced to the life of a maid and you will serve Isobel who is going to be my Luna” My friend smiles, clasping her fingers together. “Guards” Seth calls The door swished open again and they enter. “Get her out of her and make sure to keep her locked up until she denounces her bloodline. Make the announcement that I shall be marrying Isobel Howard tomorrow’s noon after the execution of Grant and Helena Stuart” He declares. “No” I rave, trashing as both men drag me out of his tent. They are laughing at my struggle and then I hear the loud thunk of the metal gate leading to the dungeons. I am thrown into it, flung like useless waste paper. I do not know how long I am in that dim pit before the doors burst open and I hear the fall of footsteps approaching where I lay. “Rowena?” A voice calls out. I recognize it immediately as Isobel and wonder what she wants. “What the do you want?” I rave, my eyes red from all the crying I have been doing the past hour. She is standing in front of me now, her lips quirked up in a smile. “I hate you” I snap. “What do you hate me for? For sleeping with her fiance or reporting your parents for…” She pauses as my eyes widens in realization. “Oops” She laughs. “You are a slut who moved on her friend’s man almost immediately she…” “Almost immediately?” She stops me, scoffing. “Have you been so utterly blind, Rowena?” Rowena, I think… she used to call me Row but I guess when you betray your friend, you do not get to use pet names any longer. “Seth and I have been together before you both began dating. The engagement to you was his father’s idea… you do not think he wanted to get married to you, did you?” She asks. “What are you talking about?” I mutter. She laughs then, her voice grating on my ears. “You have always had a stupid crush on Seth, always saying he will be your mate and so when you claimed he was your mate and your wolf has…” “I claimed?” I stop her. “Seth is my mate!” I scream at her “But he is also mine!” Isobel screams back at me. “You are lying, that is not possible” “It is rare but not impossible and that is what we are going to tell the members of the pack. They are going to hear that my wolf has mated with his and he has rejected your bond because of your family. They are going to accept me as Luna of the pack and if you want to save yourself then you will accept Seth’s offer” “You plotted this, didn’t you? You plotted this treason and you somehow roped my family into it” I accuse. “Whatever are you talking about, dear girl” She mocks, her eyes wide with innocence. “Get out” I snarl, my eyes blue with rage. “Your parents have been arrested but we are yet to catch Sybillia. Where did you send her?” She questions. I am confused at this because I know I sent Sybil to find our mother and so if they have both been arrested then she is supposed to be with them. “I have no idea where she is” I mutter. “Yes you do and you are going to tell me. Tomorrow is my wedding and I am not going to have you ruin my chances at being Luna of this pack” My lips curve up in a smile but I say nothing. “Where the is she?” Isobel asks again, approaching me. “I have no idea” I repeat. She stares at me, the anger evident in her gaze. “You will pay for this” She declares right before walking out and leaving me in the darkness. I do not know how long the night lasts but the doors open again and I hear a tumble and then a yelp. “Who’s there?” I mutter. “Rowena?” I hear my sister. “Sybil?” I ask, scampering to my feet. “How are you here? I thought you somehow escaped” “I was caught. They have mom and dad and they… they are going to kill them” She cries out. “Come here” I mutter. I put my hand out through the opening and touch my sister, our hands connecting and holding. I can feel her panic and I am sure she can feel mine too. “Everything will be alright” I reassure her. “What are we going to do?” She asks me. “We have to do something” “We ask the moon goddess for help” I tell her. We both close our eyes and begin praying to the moon goddess. I feel peaceful for the first time since our ordeal began and so I close my eyes, my hand still intertwined with my sister’s and I drift into sleep. … “Drag her out!” The loud boom of voice arouses me from my sleep. I hear screaming right before my sister is yanked from my grasp. “No, leave her alone” I yell. The door to my prison is also opened and I am dragged out too. “Leave my sister the …” One of the guards back hand me across the face and blood spurts out of my mouth. “Shut your mouth, cunt” He snaps. I can still hear her screams as I am led out into the open with members of the pack staring at me with disgust evident on their faces. I stare back, refusing to lower my gaze. I am not a traitor and neither is any member of my family so why should I be ashamed? I am pushed forward until we come to the clearing and I see Seth and Isobel both seated with my father and mother kneeling. They are tied up and I can see that they have both taken beatings but I do not see Sybillia anywhere. “We are gathered here today to sentence Grant and Helena Stuart for the crime of dabbling into the dark arts” Seth announces. The crowd cheers and I can feel the bile rising in my mouth at the sound of their hooping. They are happy, I think. I knew we were hated but I did not think they would be happy to see us die. Where is my sister? Where was she taken? I think to myself. “How do you both plead?” Seth roars, rising to his feet. My father says nothing and so does my mother. “I will spare both your daughters if they denounce your family right this minute” He declares. There are hushed protest about this but no one dares say anything to counter the Alpha of the pack. I can see that my father is about to speak up but we are interrupted by a commotion and sounds of running. I turn around, my eyes happening upon Sybillia who is holding a crossbow aimed at Seth. She has blood running from the center of her legs and I can see that she can hardly stand. “No” I scream, rising to my feet to stop her but I am held back by the guards. “You asshole” She pants. “You cannot do this, Sybil… it is treason” I scream, tears streaming down my face. “Put the crossbow down, Sybillia” My father’s calm voice comes through. My sister’s eyes are bright as she stares pointedly at Seht who has not breathed a word and then she drops the crossbow. I heave a sigh of relief at this while the guards grab the weapon, taking it away from her grasp. There is still a hushed silence, like everyone was waiting for a reaction from the Alpha with bated breath. I turn to Seth, his eyes are black with rage and I know there is trouble. “Do it” I hear him say. Do what? I am confused but I follow his eyes to where my sister remained standing. I see the swing of the sword too late as my sister is cut down. There is a scream, a tiny high pitched scream… I realize it is me screaming before I pass out.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.novel-oasis.com/share/middle/e34twsogm	Le	https://www.facebook.com/100092986922851/	73	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	www.novel-oasis.com	VIDEO		https://www.novel-oasis.com/share/middle/e34twsogmjo1gayqwqbdyfxa?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120218743924440112&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468039677_876255067958110_4406104162367976717_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=G2od1MxIQzgQ7kNvgGMBGge&_nc_oc=Adj4foQtOlRhXi6pN32V70-BlTP0MwYpUR-qsbaCBeogoyn5y_-iDc16OYq6l15opvLOkgcBJTLUfWjVoa6PlnNY&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Ax9jnVHkizHuHIKEbH16yci&oh=00_AYDg2-PQEzIKdar-6zpPWQB1QtmqzNBHZXaIsnQ0gz3WiQ&oe=67C725A4	PERSON_PROFILE	Le	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,708,450	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2708441}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:43	active	2652	Shameless Monster Fantasy - Orcs Are Delicious	The door banged open. Bringing a harsh gust of wind that fluttered the lamp-flame, scattered herbs and papers across the room, and made Gwyn leap up so fast she nearly knocked over her table. It was… an orc. Huge, menacing, horrifying. Stripped to the waist, towering in her doorframe, and staring at her with deadly black eyes. An orc. Here. For her?! And Gwyn didn’t think, didn’t hesitate. Just snatched for her crossbow, drew it up, and aimed straight for the orc’s heart. “Like hell, orc,” she said, and fired. READ MORE Also available in Kindle Unlimited, Audio, eBook, Paperback, and Hardcover.	SHOP_NOW	https://readerlinks.com/l/4042728	Finley Fenn	https://www.facebook.com/finleyfenn/	1,895	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	amazon.co.uk	IMAGE	KU \| Audiobook \| Paperback	https://readerlinks.com/l/4042728	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467747549_1251319149313752_99289345906968066_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UJPrg0l2s10Q7kNvgFdu6XY&_nc_oc=AdiAcBWR2ua_f7gl43p_wwwtkSJZRjXeYitp3dqiOowivjiV5oziy5n_evmQ5I56Lb4M11lvv578unB6Voy_Y8M-&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AANfo3pxCQpTEnFfCxcS64F&oh=00_AYATb80BeR0RuKvslTaaWkwcnE4Iaa8YHUKrYlOvBT9d1A&oe=67C732FA	PERSON_PROFILE	Finley Fenn	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,707,884	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2707711}'	No	2025-02-28 00:42	active	2652		Best survival games in 2024	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.r	Dark War Survival Mobile	https://www.facebook.com/61566393095967/	472	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now	play.google.com	VIDEO		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.readygo.dark.gp	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/476810242_636794822100554_3650047005474703574_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=hw2mWWmip48Q7kNvgFYEDhX&_nc_oc=Adhnsx8DKxtj9uPXJridGxG37bGBtQt1NFUxgRoAed_nvH26_Fng2opebRzBmRVy6FwqHJlsbJ3-Mh4RnDuZdpXq&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJU_WGNUGmBfSbxcHCVygs4&oh=00_AYBGvbyg14K7A3G-oplQhhCW0cLRu1IxTGE7k9dFB1n_CQ&oe=67C731DA	PERSON_PROFILE	Dark War Survival Mobile	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,708,761	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2708704}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:44	active	2652	🔥 Coming Soon on Kickstarter – 60% OFF! 🎉	🕰️ Throughout history, there was a secret Lodge that invented everything! 📜 They were the Masters… and their legacy is captured in The Codex. In this book, their timeless inventions come to life—from the Wheel and Compass to the Printing Press, the Steam Engine, and beyond. Each page dives into the ingenuity that built our world. The Codex is an illustrated encyclopedia 📜 of inventions, mechanisms, and concepts that transformed humanity. This book unveils how the world works with 300 vintage-inspired pages filled with intricate illustrations and stories. ⚙️ Leonardo Da Vinci’s intricate machines and designs 🩺 Avicenna’s revolutionary approach to healing ⚔️ Ancient weapons, armor, and battle tactics 🌊 Submarines, pirate navigation, and caravels on the high seas Arranged chronologically across Early Stages, Ancient Period, Middle Ages, Industrial Revolution, Modernity, and The Future, this book connects us with the minds that built the modern world. 🔒 Preorder now on Kickstarter to get a special early bird discount and a free gift from Rebel Thinkers! 🎁 ➡️ https://subscribepage.io/rebel-thinkers	SIGN_UP	https://subscribepage.io/rebel-thinkers	The Codex. Inventions of the Human Mind	https://www.facebook.com/codex.of.inventions/	3,977	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	subscribepage.io	DCO		https://subscribepage.io/rebel-thinkers	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464913647_2570439966481485_4190201205945144983_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xjBdGSI2KEMQ7kNvgHpNglS&_nc_oc=AdhppkqXmsTO1rzTmXgcon6o0A1GQTbSpdoEYhlQjtOIZ3rp7oFgWftN4VPwJoXFymWM539yAj3NLn8VqCHzlYqJ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ACg-cuyEUijuTUxjUIEFmly&oh=00_AYDd7uIXGMky-w3aPhunnwmAst40SkcsUuL6N0RXRBwI3Q&oe=67C72B76	PERSON_PROFILE	The Codex. Inventions of the Human Mind	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,708,764	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2708704}'	No	2025-02-28 00:44	active	2652	🔥 Coming Soon on Kickstarter – 60% OFF! 🎉	🕰️ Throughout history, there was a secret Lodge that invented everything! 📜 They were the Masters… and their legacy is captured in The Codex. In this book, their timeless inventions come to life—from the Wheel and Compass to the Printing Press, the Steam Engine, and beyond. Each page dives into the ingenuity that built our world. The Codex is an illustrated encyclopedia 📜 of inventions, mechanisms, and concepts that transformed humanity. This book unveils how the world works with 300 vintage-inspired pages filled with intricate illustrations and stories. ⚙️ Leonardo Da Vinci’s intricate machines and designs 🩺 Avicenna’s revolutionary approach to healing ⚔️ Ancient weapons, armor, and battle tactics 🌊 Submarines, pirate navigation, and caravels on the high seas Arranged chronologically across Early Stages, Ancient Period, Middle Ages, Industrial Revolution, Modernity, and The Future, this book connects us with the minds that built the modern world. 🔒 Preorder now on Kickstarter to get a special early bird discount and a free gift from Rebel Thinkers! 🎁 ➡️ https://subscribepage.io/rebel-thinkers	SIGN_UP	https://subscribepage.io/rebel-thinkers	The Codex. Inventions of the Human Mind	https://www.facebook.com/codex.of.inventions/	3,977	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	subscribepage.io	DCO		https://subscribepage.io/rebel-thinkers	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464913647_2570439966481485_4190201205945144983_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xjBdGSI2KEMQ7kNvgHpNglS&_nc_oc=AdhppkqXmsTO1rzTmXgcon6o0A1GQTbSpdoEYhlQjtOIZ3rp7oFgWftN4VPwJoXFymWM539yAj3NLn8VqCHzlYqJ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ACg-cuyEUijuTUxjUIEFmly&oh=00_AYDd7uIXGMky-w3aPhunnwmAst40SkcsUuL6N0RXRBwI3Q&oe=67C72B76	PERSON_PROFILE	The Codex. Inventions of the Human Mind	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,708,768	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2707739}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:44	active	2652	Carry your bow hands-free!	🎯 Archers, get ready for a hands-free experience! Bow Spider is coming to Colorado @ TAC this weekend. Go hands-free with our innovative device and take your archery game to the next level! Find us online or at one of our nationwide retailers near you: www.bowspider.com	LEARN_MORE	http://www.bowspider.com/	BowSpider	https://www.facebook.com/bowspider/	10,787	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	bowspider.com	DCO	Durable. Lightweight. Versatile. Made in USA. Lifetime Warranty.	http://www.bowspider.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464955505_578195384725123_7334580438216482946_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JFTnmRf5J2IQ7kNvgEj4EDd&_nc_oc=AdhdCzDuLpRWs5ilXpgvq8JN0vRPhCCbWGGt6DdMzuN7NX11hmZ7dp7v_WPMWgWipAN3s0JGUOskHhuYzGe8u3oB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ACg-cuyEUijuTUxjUIEFmly&oh=00_AYAjbDvf9nZMvmdqNwLr6DHNkrKaDqoOrCiFIlsqJiwckQ&oe=67C7166C	PERSON_PROFILE	BowSpider	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,708,773	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2708772}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:44	active	2652	{{product.name}}		VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/4.sepi	4Sepi	https://www.facebook.com/100090634394887/	148	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	http://instagram.com/4.sepi	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464793938_542534025085689_7623908682439279065_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4N8jQWDdVgMQ7kNvgFAJ2Ag&_nc_oc=AdjF_sCA6AqbGXWqcMaRmIAZDDFS7Gk1rrVJf0x8AlPbVUgm3XLePXKKjDVZGvcbTQzyYXS-hitK9V7VxecZOQtb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Aq0kMXeQbUdnPcxh6xDPkj0&oh=00_AYAo2SE1gL4rNamLYeCEzSmeddpYPQFjZVHIN05k15obbg&oe=67C73CAC	PERSON_PROFILE	4Sepi	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,708,774	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2708772}'	No	2025-02-28 00:44	active	2652	{{product.name}}		VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/4.sepi	4Sepi	https://www.facebook.com/100090634394887/	148	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	http://instagram.com/4.sepi	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464793938_542534025085689_7623908682439279065_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4N8jQWDdVgMQ7kNvgFAJ2Ag&_nc_oc=AdjF_sCA6AqbGXWqcMaRmIAZDDFS7Gk1rrVJf0x8AlPbVUgm3XLePXKKjDVZGvcbTQzyYXS-hitK9V7VxecZOQtb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Aq0kMXeQbUdnPcxh6xDPkj0&oh=00_AYAo2SE1gL4rNamLYeCEzSmeddpYPQFjZVHIN05k15obbg&oe=67C73CAC	PERSON_PROFILE	4Sepi	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,708,781	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2708190}'	No	2025-02-28 00:44	active	2652	Warriors and Adventure	🎊New Version! New Class!	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.f	Marfa Dungeon	https://www.facebook.com/100093061515828/	110	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now	play.google.com	IMAGE		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.fzcq.wzcqand	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464855664_1287136179135982_6947997855390391374_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=QMFek6xFYs4Q7kNvgE43kWc&_nc_oc=AdgDuGv2NvYgGvveSmVi3ddFKxInkjuYrGm1qgT8PhD3ck1pSonGwc_SOWD37Q4VHNIlKugJOHSUjCysXaHzq9Gu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Aq0kMXeQbUdnPcxh6xDPkj0&oh=00_AYB5DiXzU7epouqWZKLd1XVzjlPWZZGzfNePDgqt6YNqGw&oe=67C72C4E	PERSON_PROFILE	Marfa Dungeon	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,708,782	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2708174}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:44	active	2652	Warriors and Adventure	Conquer uncharted dark territories!	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://itunes.apple.com/app/id6459700431	Warriors and Adventure	https://www.facebook.com/61550117414086/	1,593	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now	itunes.apple.com	IMAGE		http://itunes.apple.com/app/id6459700431	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464574140_797717919078382_2307358459661513118_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=U2X2OahLj44Q7kNvgHSGXuk&_nc_oc=AdjrFvLREWoq6MSSM1aQk8ju7xehanWEE_1OczXHpD3n6eZ50vPu3Q6dE_NuaFHbrWjJCCl9iXPw0pYQrlsAlfCB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aq0kMXeQbUdnPcxh6xDPkj0&oh=00_AYAbeOcWvAcWtsZHsJYkZAJkYcEM5WfXBQAVn2jWJEUKMQ&oe=67C7149B	PERSON_PROFILE	Warriors and Adventure	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,708,783	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2708190}'	No	2025-02-28 00:44	active	2652	Warriors and Adventure	Adventure awaits in a land where magic and myth collide.	PLAY_GAME	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.f	Marfa Dungeon	https://www.facebook.com/100093061515828/	110	1969-12-31 18:00	Play game	play.google.com	IMAGE		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.fzcq.wzcqand	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464706960_1100210761728646_2275171153791350852_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=eWrOsEnvfGIQ7kNvgFYa06A&_nc_oc=AdhZ8r3uvrZKfvT9GwzaRQE3USCK0cotPizzWjsnV6kHUk1D7ozxjDodbqSvYCnqd4e6ODUl9z65Ii-h0kt6aaBV&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Aq0kMXeQbUdnPcxh6xDPkj0&oh=00_AYAPBt_UH5iyu2Vrr3O_Hkj8xiSAshhfDn-b0Mfn8l7yig&oe=67C71126	PERSON_PROFILE	Marfa Dungeon	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,708,784	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-28 00:44	active	2652	Defend with Strategy! 🧠🧠	Rougelike Tower Defense🔥how many levels can you clear?⚔️⚔️	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.d	Backpack Merge	https://www.facebook.com/BackpackMerge/	182	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now	play.google.com	IMAGE		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.droidhang.cy.android.google	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464479235_434092996026951_7932721072021904321_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=FC7QeFNFrZgQ7kNvgHuvqxC&_nc_oc=AdjxJNAC-V0Piakkrz-PH8mxGbLlGul23fnslyv1uIAOgLCrQHMwMcQ6gtR9s-fWLdnMuKQxiIzlEf5-BNX5cC6J&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Aq0kMXeQbUdnPcxh6xDPkj0&oh=00_AYBkLfsS30RkKEUkV4z_pXdF8yiaelw8afHe_zFm3mMCBA&oe=67C73F7D	PERSON_PROFILE	Backpack Merge	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,708,454	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2708453}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:43	active	2652	Albion Online \| The Fantasy Sandbox MMORPG	Forge your own path in this open-world Sandbox	PLAY_GAME	https://albiononline.com/home/play/1tierfbacq	Albion Online	https://www.facebook.com/albiononline/	172,780	1969-12-31 18:00	Play Game	albiononline.com	DCO	Join hundreds of thousands active players in this open-world Sandbox MMORPG.	https://albiononline.com/home/play/1tierfbacq	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467509674_1519097522076133_3340820278933964960_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CzdKZzKXeK0Q7kNvgEn-pO1&_nc_oc=Adhui8vCIIjLSVhzEWNqoHVOJHYxpuaI28PNA3JqFE5Mg6-Gx1qd_AXlkDErLPBv1JOeKijHPSJsjxcY54mYTFyB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AANfo3pxCQpTEnFfCxcS64F&oh=00_AYBm8Ag6nOBId4P9v3kudLAorI09XzcLpsoFaSemUzjz6w&oe=67C73006	PERSON_PROFILE	Albion Online	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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