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Ice Bad Blood

The Bad Daughter

Vivian Donovan stands at the crossroads of a challenging future and a haunting past. As she navigates the treacherous waters of her professional life and the harrowing memories that refuse to fade, she finds herself ensnared in a web of deceit, betrayal, and murder. Vivian’s composed exterior conceals a turbulent inner world where control and chaos are in a constant battle. Detective Sarah Blake, relentless and driven, is thrust into a case that threatens not only her career but her very life. The deeper she delves into the mystery surrounding Vivian and her circle, the closer she gets to a deadly threat that could extinguish her light forever. Each revelation brings her closer to a truth more dangerous than she could have ever imagined. Laura, with her soft demeanor and fragile exterior, hides a darkness within. As secrets unravel, it becomes clear that Laura’s past is as shadowy as the present danger they all face. Her hidden side emerges, revealing that she is far more complex and dangerous than anyone had suspected. No daughter ever wants to witness the death of her loved ones, but what happens when she becomes the instrument of their demise? As the bodies pile up and the tension mounts, the question looms large: Who is the real killer? In a world where everyone has something to hide, trust is a luxury no one can afford. "Bad Daughter" is a gripping tale of suspense, exploring the thin line between love and hatred, innocence and guilt, and the lengths to which one will go to protect their secrets. As Vivian, Sarah, and Laura’s paths collide, the true face of evil is revealed, and the fight for survival begins.
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WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
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