It is good to be rich. Oh, very good. The sound in the SUV was of a different note. The speakers in it were of high quality. It left desmon in awe of the fact that he hadn't really been living the life back then. Yes, he had a car, an old fashioned model . But compared to the black SUV he was riding in, there was a whole different experience. And he loved it. In hindsight, this was only possible because of the death of his brother. And while that had hurt him initially, the fact that he was named the Guardian of the son had left his heart in gladness. It meant that the could also have a taste of the good things that his brother enjoy.d The only thing in his way of enjoying that in totality was the brat of a son which he had. The son would not be a problem. AT least, not after today. Desmond heaved out, whistling the song which w*s being played. WIth his hands on the steering, he rocked his sunshades even though he w* snot out in the sun. It Was going to be a good day today a

Whoever said waiting was a nice venture? The school bell rang out now, signifying the end of the normal class activities for those who had normal classes. Or at least, it was the significance of the end of the school hours now. The visitors or those who had come to pick their wards could not move towards the school blocks for the business which they had come for. Or at least, those who wanted to get to the teacher's room could do so now. It brought to the visors at the waiting tent a breath of fresh air. This was a sign. The sign. The sign that they could finally get over seating on the metallic chair for the long period of time that they had been here. It was not a pleasant endeavor, after all. However, that did not expressly mean that those who still had papers could be reached now. The rule of the school did not allow for that as examination malpractice could still be carried out in such a way. The closing bell was only for those of the students who did not have pape

With gentle knocks, the white skinned girl with the gingerly attitude knocked against the white metallic door. She held her breath, waiting for a response while she tapped her feet in impatience. She was Leslie and just about some moments ago,she had had a discussion with the Grand Inquisitor. He had been asking her to get some dirt on a certain human boy somewhere in Nigeria. It was her first time. The first time that he would have to ask her for something like that. And if she had to hazard a guess, she knew it would most likely be because the Bureau was interested in this boy. That Was why they wanted her to be the one who kept tabs on him. But she… She wasn't really vested in it. More so, being that the mission ahd come from everyone’s least favorite person, it had rubbed off wrongly on her. Even if it had come out like some innocent mission, she could not help but shudder in the fera that this was the Inquisitor's attempt at trying to get some dirt on her too. What if this

The last feeling that shot through Lekan was the sense of achievement Even as he felt the hardness of the ground ricochet against his body, a serene feeling of calm and oneness overtook his whole body. It cheated the pain from taking any effecting him. He was happy, a smile on his mental self. He had been able to protect the one who he knew. Or at least, the one who he had come to know and hold fast to. That is, Blessing. It was an achievement. After surviving the crash, he knew deep within his heart that if he had the power to stop what happened, to make the hands of the clock reverse, he would do that. But sadly, he didn't have that power. And on top of that, he had felt useless. But not today. Today, he did not have to wait for some Uncle Desmond to appear to take care of his life and stuff. This time, he actually had a say in what happened in his life. It Was worth celebrating. The triumph and the excitement it built in him, even the pain that ate at him was totally ignored.

[The Blood Domination System is fully Operational. Do you want to view your system stats now?} Curiously, Lekan said yes. And as he did, the cursor began to backspace, deleting all of the words which were on the screen. And as this happened, Lekan’s eyes widened, curiosity oozing out from every inch of him. In a short time, the cursor on the screen moved to the right hand side. Just as it did the previous time, words began to form. As if they were being typed out. However, the process of this was rather fast as it did not take him long enough to decipher what was being typed. [Scanning For Type; Scan Failed] [Scanning for Element: Scan success] [Scanning Mana traces… Scanning…. Mana unavailable.] [Scanning Skills; Skills Unavailable] The words were clear, it made Lekan scratch the back of his head in confusion.this looked like something from out of a sci fi novel but here and now, ehw as seeing it. Was this the reason why he had wanted to make sure that Blessing did not get