Novels by Damgloatic

As the sun slowly crept into my room, I found myself waking the next day, feeling groggy and disoriented. I must have overslept the entire school day. With a sense of lethargy, I finally managed to pull myself out of bed and make my way to the kitchen. In an attempt to shake off the haze of sleep, I decided to cook some scrambled eggs. As I quietly enjoyed my meal at the table, my brother emerged from his room and spotted me eating. "You didn't go to school today either, huh?" he asked, pouring himself a glass of water. "Yeah," I replied softly. "Tsk, you're becoming useless, bro," he said, visibly annoyed, going back to his room and slamming the door.Letting out a sigh, I continued to enjoy my meal in peace. After finishing breakfast, I dutifully washed the dishes and made my way to the living room, where I idly flipped through channels on the TV, slowly becoming bored. Looking for some company, I decided to call Arden and see if he wanted to go outside. To my delight, he agre

Festus Franklyn, with his deep, aged voice, spoke up, his eyebrow raised in a stern warning. "Do you want to die?!" "Oh? Why on earth would I want that?" I pretended to be clueless, knowing full well that it was only provoking the old men even further. Before Festus Franklyn could respond, Nash intervened, a hint of nervousness in his voice: "Hahaha, forget about it, Festus." But Festus persisted, questioning Nash's trust in me. "Tsk, fine. And what's so great about him, Nash? Why do you like him so much? There's nothing special about smuggling drugs from other countries." "Well, as you all know, my family is the smallest among all of us, so it's not worth risking smuggling from abroad for now. I'm relying on "The Imperfect," Nash explained. Festus seemed to be correct when he said that they would betray us the moment a better opportunity arose. Nash was trading with me because he didn't want to take the risk; he preferred to buy the drugs locally, at least for the time being.

As the crowd erupted in excitement and applause, four imposing figures began their descent from the upper floors. The spectators cheered and clapped as if in the presence of divine beings. Amidst this display of power and grandeur, my gaze fixated on an ethereal lady gracefully descending the stairs. In an instant, my heart raced, and a strange mixture of emotions surged within me. She exuded an enchanting allure, leaving me utterly captivated. "Is it possible for such an angelic person to exist?" I wondered in awe. Our eyes met briefly, and a subtle wink from her ignited a spark inside me. It was a moment of love at first sight, though I had yet to realize the significance. The crowd interpreted her wink as a gesture to all, but my heart was certain it was meant for me. I knew that she was the head of the weird ladies' family, as Nash said. Realizing I needed to focus and stay composed, I managed to tear my gaze away and turn my attention to the other leaders. Among them was a you

The driver suddenly parked the car in front of a massive white mansion. Immediately, I knew we had arrived, and so I became serious. The driver opened the door for both of us, and we stood side by side in the front gate of a grand white mansion, ready to make some fucking connections! As I looked behind me, an awe-inspiring sight unfolded before my eyes: a dazzling display of luxury cars parked in a neat line along the sidewalk. Lamborghini, Ferrari, Porsche, BMW, Mercedes—every kind of supercar imaginable, worth tens, if not hundreds, of millions of dollars collectively. It was both mesmerizing and overwhelming, a stark reminder of the immense wealth and power surrounding me. Nash and the others possessed a level of influence and affluence far beyond my own, making me feel like a small fish in a vast ocean. I was going in blind at a party where big shots were present, relying on a web of lies to conceal my true identity. With every step, I prayed the web of lies wouldn't crumble

I was at the store, picking up groceries for my mother. Engrossed in reading the back of a spaghetti package, my annoyance grew as my phone suddenly began to ring. I hastily returned the spaghetti to the shelf and retrieved my phone from my pocket, glancing at the caller ID. To my surprise, it was Nash calling. Without wasting any time, I answered the call and casually strolled around the store, now multitasking between shopping and conversing. "Hello, how are you?" I asked, trying to sound serious amidst the bustling store environment. "Good, I just wanted to call you to let you know that tomorrow, the so-called party will be held in Koper. I'll send you the location right away. "Oh, and don't bring any men with you since this party is strictly for big shots, an opportunity for them to forge connections," Nash explained. "Alright, I'll be there." After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the phone call came to an end. Glancing at the list of items I still needed to buy, I resum

Just as their patience began to decrease, a sight appeared in the distance behind me—a group of ten men, their faces adorned with wicked grins, held an array of menacing weapons—hammers, scissors, baseball bats, and metal pipes— With an unsettling arrogance, they slowly approached me. They positioned themselves intentionally behind me, forming a demonic presence. A mischievous, almost triumphant glint flickered in my eyes, as I knew this would end in a massacre. "Fucking finally, you came," I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement. A mischievous grin spread across my face as I surveyed the scene. Grace's expression was a mix of shock and uncertainty as I motioned for her to stand behind us, instructing her to watch the show. The ex began to slowly step backward, raising his hands with the palm facing outward; he spoke, intending to communicate. His words were accompanied by fake confidence: "Hahaha, there seems to be a misunderstanding. You can have her if you wa—" Before he c