Rosa stumbled into her apartment at queens hostel. She missed today's lecture after the humiliation at the quarter, everything about the day felt horrible and compromised.She slammed the door so hard the frame vibrated, and resonated with the fixtures on the wall. Her gown, the one she earlier dragged nearly to her thigh felt too exposed now to flirt felt too exposed now. Rosa Montague, the second hottest girl on campus after Evalina. She was humiliated publicly, her pride dragged and broken in the mud, and now she felt really cold.She swung right arm, sending her Hermes designer bag skidding across the room, mascara and compact mirror spilled out in motion, clattering to the floor and breaking into fragments.Rosa's hair which he spent hours in the studio treating yesterday looks unruly now, the smell of shampoo and sweat oozing in the strands."How dare him," She yelled, her voice trembling with vexation and bitterness. "That poor bastard. I'm going to kill him. I swear!" Her f

**********Leonard cornered Carl after the gathering ended. His finger dug into his shirt and he shoved him against the wall. He shot a ferocious glare, his face a few inches away, his voice dripping vulgarity and venom. "You p*ssy! How the fuck did you know about that!? Who the heck are you?!" He hissed, his breath reeking of beer and nonsense."Let go of me." Carl simply said, his voice calm but it carried unmistakable weight that could shattered ice.Leonard grinned dangerously, daunting him. "And if i don't, what the fuck is your shit gonna do, Huh?" He taunted. "You gonna call the cops? Call some of your wretched lackeys as backup?" A jagged and condescending laughter erupted from his lips.Carl chuckled quietly. He drawled. "Leonard Barnard, you're a man of big talk and small doings. You don't want to push me too hard." He toned, threat low, voice dangerous.His confidence angered Leonard more. He clawed his shirt tighter, shoving him hard against the wall. Carl didn't flinch.

All heads turned in the direction of the smooth voice. Cassandra's eyes narrowed on the man who walked in casually like it was his authority that gathered all of them round the table. The moment recognition flickered in her eyes, her eyes widened slightly, surprise and disbelief flashing."Carl," She mumbled, her voice barely above whispers, a cocktail of astonishment and disbelief. A light smile cut through her shocking expression as a strange feeling of relief and excitement pulsed through her on seeing Carl.Carl Clad a plain ash shirt. No designs. No style. Just subtle wear. Plain Black slacks, and a comfortable loafers, thudding faintly as he walked inside calmly.Pa. Winston's eyes narrowed for recognition and curiosity. "Who are you?" He echoed.Carl stopped and gave Cassandra a light smile before turning to Pa. Winston. "Good day, grandpa. I'm your son-in-law, Sir." He toned boldly and respectfully. "I'm Cassandra's fiance." Murmuring buzzed in the air."Son-in-law law?!" S

The manor of the Winston family spread across the heart of Crest hill estate. The building stood at the centre, marbles slapping the wall and reflecting off light subtly. Two gigantic columns stood tall at the entrance like static sentinels. Cobblestone laced the floor of the compound from the gate to the main building. The Winston manor is usually live, but something seemed to be happening today that made the atmosphere even more rowdy.Sleek cars lined the compound, each one emitting brilliance that's unmistakable. Another car, purring like dragons, a sky white McLaren 720S eased through the gate and pulled into an empty space in the crowded parking space. The engine cut off and after a moment, the door swung open in style. First,A loafer kissed the cobblestone. Dead black and shiny. The kind that shines with easy arrogance. The door clicked shut with a heavy thud, revealing an imposing figure. Tall, squared shoulder like razor blade. His beards were neatly trimmed. His hai

Hearing the name, Mr. Kenneth adjusted on the sofa. He set his glass of wine aside and looked at Cassandra, his daughter with a new interest in his eyes.“Nameless king?" He repeated, his voice smooth with an edge in it. Cassandra gave a double curt nod.He cleared his throat and started with a different voice. “The only mysterious powerful man the world has ever heard of.” Cassandra listened raptly as he was saying.“Some believed he's just a rumour, some said he's just the ghost of a powerful man who died many years ago, but even at that, his name touches every lips everyday, his name tops news headlines and magazines, and yet no one has ever seen him. No one knows who he is, another powerful thing about him is that he has knowledge about everything which makes some people also call him the earth God.” He responded to the best of his knowledge and then leaned forward picking his glass cup of champagne.“Is there anything you've heard?” He asked quietly, swirling the glass gently.C