Isabella fell in a daze by the sudden hit. She was only just talking about Bethany arriving at home before the young man had interrupted. She couldn't have imagined that Bethany would randomly storm into her villa. "Bethany?" She gasped, surprised by her sudden visit as well as stunned by her action. "How dare you!" Jessica who had stopped earlier when the young man had talked about Bethany going to the Burlique Tower, yelled. "Do you also have something to say?" Bethany turned to Jessica who was walking back to her in a fit of rage. "How dare you trespass our property and cause a nuisance?" She yelled at Bethany. Bethany scoffed for a moment, looking from here to there, "Nuisance?" She muttered. "Do you want to see what nuisance is?"Without warning, Bethany grabbed Jessica by the hair and pulled her closer. She started slapping her with all her might. "That's nuisance." She growled. "Or do you want to see more?"She pushed Jessica away instantly. Jessica staggered to the back

Benjamin John Colwill was seated in his special garden when news was brought to him by one of his soldiers. "Have you seen this, sir?" The man asked. John took the iPad from the soldier, taking a glance. When he saw the content, his eyes squinted, as his interest got drawn in. "From where did you get this?" He wondered, hardly able to look away from the device to the soldier. "It was all over the internet. It has been so since yesterday. I was surprised to find out about it while I was in the store getting some supplies." "Leave." John said sharply to the young soldier. The soldier wanted to take the device from him but he signaled him to leave without it. The soldier bowed to him then hurried away. John's attention keen on the device. He watched the video all over. It was the same scene no matter the number of times he watched it. He only tend to get more clarity by the minute. He didn't care about the other details of the video, instead his eyes were fixed on the young man w

The Hall broke into an utter state of confusion. It felt as though a blasphemy had just been made. The confusion was sustained by a prolonged silence, leaving everyone present unable to dominate their thoughts let alone sort some into coherent words. Sir Ramela was one of the most terrifying forces that have been scourging the Imperial City since the dawn of time. His terror and strength got fiercer when he came into a deadly agreement with Jaja.At that very moment, he became someone whom no one would dare to offend. Even if a man were to as little as speak out of turn in his presence, such would have their head rolling on the floor. How much more deliberately crossing his path?Yet John Colwill had just told him to come with him and go apologize to the imbecile who dared to walk into the hall with the coffin and pronounce a deathly judgement on him?"John Colwill!!!" A sudden roar shot across the room, which took the rest by surprise. Sir Ramela was seated on his usual seat, but t

Following the departure of John Colwill, there was a long silence in the hall. Like the superstition goes, one would think that an Angel has just passed by. The last sentence lingered on the mind of the majority, making the dignified men of honor turn to one another in silent conversation. Sir Ramela was not left behind. His facial expression was withdrawn, yet the details of curiosity could not be ruled out. If words could fly in the air, he could have snatched them. "Brock. Is he so dangerous as John said?" Sir Ramela asked. "Father." One of the sons of the patriarch rose to his feet. "Please do not tell me that you are worried about what that inconsistent politician had just said. Who knows what his intentions were? Perhaps he's trying to play a political game with us right now.""My brother is right, father. After all, why on earth would he come here to advise or warn you if he stands to gain nothing?""Didn't he mention that he came here because of the past that he shared wit

Eight Hours Earlier. Irwin Buckham pulled the car over at the opening of the crooked path that led into the seemingly abandoned neighborhood. Stepping out of the car, he was consumed by a weight of grief. Standing at that point of the crooked path, anyone who doesn't have a valid reason to be here would have turned around and left due to how lonely and scary the path looked. And to think of how fragile the people who lived beyond this crooked path was, cut away from the modern civilization, Irwin's heart was overwhelmed and heavily laden with pain. He headed down the path. The memories that flooded his mind with each step he took were dipped in insecurities, worries, fears and the terror of hearts to every possible sound made. But it wasn't so from the beginning of time. This path was carved in promises of the future, heartily trodden by little boys and girls whose burning desire were to grow older and change the state of such a detached community. Himself was one of those kids