Jaeger stays still for a brief second, watching Tade groan as the Nissan Micra emerges from thin air. He turns around with a frown on his face musing that anyone could have seen him do such a thing and most definitely raise a fuss over it.And if that happened, that was opening their existence into the full glare of mankind. Of course, there had been slips through history. Even Man’s method of finding information through the system they call ‘internet’, a poor replica of the original Fate/Time-stream, had bits and parts of sightings of extra-terrestrial beings.When such sightings did happen and the sightings are recorded, people would often still contain doubts, providing all sort of theories as to why such things were unable to happen, a race of sickening faithless beings.And more often than not, their ability to disbelieve things even when it seems so real –So far as it does not gain the approval of science, it is false – did work in favour of their existence and made their glamour

At Present! Tade’s feet heavily march across the white tiled floor as he moves to room 045. With a scrunched face, his fingers rap on the door.“Room Service!” He says, desperately trying to hold back the rage from his voice.However, the occupants of the room currently do not enjoy this type of disturbance as a gruff, annoyed voice barks. “What the fuck? Room Service, who called you, Get Lost!”It is the dreaded haired guy who currently rams his fingers into Deola’s vagina, sending the jerking girl spasms of waves upon waves of multiple orgasms. He licks his right fingers hungrily, sucking up the juices of the crying moaning girl before him, his expression that of a crazed beast.As he does, there is Farouk, straddling her upon the chest as he continues boob

GUILT TRIP_____________Previously, Friday NightLast Updated : 2020-11-04

 “Dee… Dee.. DEOLAAAAAAA…. DEOLLAAAAAA….” Tunrayo screamed, her eyes misting while her body trembles visibly in horror of what might have happened to her best friend.She dials the number once more but the call line is dead, the thought of it sparking a hundred and one horrifying thoughts in her head. Panicking, she gives out short breaths, places the phone in the pigeon hole again and kicks the ignition of the car, reversing, on her way to get to Deola because it is all her fault. “If I didn’t act that way in the registration centre, none of this would have happened. It’s all my fault, God… Please….” Tunrayo sniffs, tears running freely from her face.  As she does, she picks her phone out and places her thumb of the right hand still, on the home button of the smartphone.The phone sends a burst of light within the screen and a