A determined HeartThe first day was grueling. The recruits were subjected to endless drills—running, climbing, sparring, and endurance tests. By the end of it, Danielle’s muscles burned, her hands were blistered, and her vision swam with exhaustion.“Still standing?” Lythos asked as she staggered to the line where the others stood.“Yes, sir,” Danielle gasped, barely able to catch her breath.“Good. Tomorrow will be harder.”The boys didn’t make it any easier. They teased her relentlessly, sabotaging her equipment and tripping her during drills. But Danielle didn’t retaliate. She focused on her training, pushing herself harder with every challenge.The turning point came during a sparring match. The trainees were paired off to practice combat techniques, and Danielle was matched against Garrick, a towering boy with a cocky grin.“This’ll be quick,” Garrick said, brandishing his wooden sword.Danielle said nothing, gripping her weapon tightly.The match began, and Garrick came at her

The world belongs to the strongIn the dimly lit VIP room of his favorite club, Seth sat ensconced in luxury.He leaned back on the plush leather couch, surrounded by women laughing at his every word.His expensive whiskey glistened in the dim light as he reveled in their attention. His hands wandered freely, eliciting giggles, and his laughter boomed across the room, a testament to his dominance and indulgence.The mood shifted abruptly when the doors bursted open. Four men in black stormed in, their faces concealed by menacing masks. Their mere presence sent the women screaming and scrambling for the exits, their high heels clacking against the floor in desperation.Seth froze, his smirk fading. His sharp eyes caught the fifth figure entering the room—a mountain of a man, towering and broad-shouldered. Dark hair spilled over his hoodie, which hung like a cape, casting an ominous shadow over his face.As soon as he crossed the threshold, the man lunged forward, gripping Seth by the t

SassyClarissa gazed up at the towering skyscraper before her. The building seemed endless, its reflective windows catching the glow of the late afternoon sun, and freshly installed flowerbeds added a vibrant touch to its modern aesthetic. She glanced at her phone, double-checking the address Rachael had sent her. It was the right place.The hotel was breathtaking. Memories flooded her mind—her first and only visit to a five-star hotel years ago with her father, back when he was still a man of importance. If Clyde was here now, it only confirmed what she’d heard—he had wealth beyond imagination.Taking a deep breath, she smoothed her dress and clicked her stiletto heels against the paved path leading to the entrance.*A man watching keenly from the comfort of his car stared at Clarissa. He picked up his phone and placed a call.“Target sighted. What should I do?” He said.“Make it swift and quick. Make it natural.. no suspicions.” The voice at the other end instructed.“Okay boss.” H

Is he Jealous?Back at the hotel, Danielle paced the room. Clyde’s abrupt departure left her uneasy, and the news report on the tv hadn’t helped. She couldn’t shake the image of Clarissa’s bloody, broken body from her mind.She felt a pang of guilt and pain. She felt it was all her fault. For shutting the door at her without letting her get to speak to Clyde. Maybe that would've changed everything.The sound of the door creaking open made her spin around. Clyde stood there, his face unreadable.“Young Master,” she said, her voice a mix of relief and worry. “What’s going on? You left like the city was on fire.”He stepped inside, his movements deliberate. “It’s complicated,” he muttered, brushing past her.Danielle grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop. “Don’t give me that. Tell me the truth. What's going on?”Clyde sighed, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, he softened and she saw the storm raging inside him. “Clarissa’s in the hospital,” he admitted. “Someone ran her off t

Beast modeHe placed both hands on his head as frustrated lines drew across his face, tears tempted to fall but he held it in.“Your Majesty, I'm sure you're calling for the young woman who stayed here with you. Sadly, she had been abducted.” A voice said beside him. He had an air of confidence and boldness.He looked, his eyes trailing the man from his toe to his head. A brown leather shoe, a pair of black work trousers, a brown cowboy belt, a black shirt and a brown coat.“And you are?” He asked, his stare glary.“Detective Federico. Your majesty.” He curtised.Clyde looked away, his heart beating fast… his head going explosive from the thought of what must've happened.This was all his fault. He shouldn't have left her alone without protection. He should've known those after Clarissa would want to get her too just to get to him. He squatted as he tried to imagine the attempt they made before finally capturing her.She must've really given it a good fight. With a pack of unfinished