"Now, find me some nice clothes. My body is itching because of the mud." I stretched the blouse I was wearing and when I opened it, the dust flew immediately and dried mud. "Yes, Madame Quin-I mean, Ma'am." I immediately shook my head and gestured with my hand as if to send them away. Kace snorted when the saleslady pulled him away again. And that was how our whole one hour inside the shop was. More time was spent finding the right size for Kace and what I wanted, than choosing my outfit. In the end, I chose a simple plain white t-shirt that was a little bigger than his body size, with the hem tucked into the black slacks. The white and black combination looks really clean. "I went to the mall, I only bought t-shirts and pants," he complained when we left the mall. He was wearing our dirty uniform again while he was carrying the bags of clothes and shoes we bought. "We can do our best. We can still buy ten of these at this price." I'm just tired. He's been complaining for a whil
I bowed down when I got close to him. "I'll go home first," I told him. He has a meeting with his company so we won't go home together. "I can bring you," he said making me shake my head. "Don't stop! Go to your office. I'm just in the unit, I'll cook our dinner." I said while bowing to a passing student when he passed us I immediately looked up and smiled at Raizen. "I'm leaving," I said and immediately started walking. My phone that was in my pocket beeped so I took it out of my pocket, I immediately read the text so I smiled. I stopped walking then turned to Raizen who immediately gave me a flying kiss and then smiled. I just shook my head and immediately turned around and started walking again. While walking I was thinking about what to cook. When I got out of the gate, I immediately hailed a taxi. I just had the driver drop me off at the condo building, and I got there quickly. I handed my fare to the man then I got off the taxi. I was about to walk into the building when I
The night was draped in a blanket of darkness, the only illumination filtering through Hunter’s window was the soft, silvery glow of the moon. Shadows danced along the walls of his room, casting eerie shapes that seemed to come alive in the stillness of the night. Hunter’s room was a reflection of his pragmatic nature—neat and orderly, with a desk cluttered with gadgets and tools of the trade, a bed made with military precision, and a few personal mementos scattered here and there. As Hunter’s phone rang, the piercing sound shattered the tranquility of the night, jolting him awake. He glanced at the screen, noting the unregistered number with a frown. With a sense of foreboding, he answered the call, his voice rough with sleep. “Who is this?” Hunter’s tone was wary, his senses on high alert. The voice on the other end was chillingly unfamiliar, dripping with malice. “You don’t know me, but I know you, Hunter. And I have something you want,” the voice said, each word laced with mena
Hunter and Zafron were in the midst of fixing things around the house, preparing for Estella and her daughter’s arrival. Estella, Hunter’s divorced sister, had decided to move back in with Zafron, their father, after a difficult period in her life. As they worked, Hunter stumbled upon a photo album, filled with memories of their family vacations and gatherings. He flipped through the pages, reminiscing about happier times. Suddenly, a picture fell out from the book, landing at Hunter’s feet. It was a photo of their mother, taken on a sunny day at the beach, with Zafron, Hunter, and Estella by her side, all smiling brightly. Zafron noticed the photo and picked it up, his expression softening as he looked at it. “Your mother loved the beach. She always said it was where she felt most at peace,” Zafron said, his voice filled with nostalgia. Hunter nodded, his gaze fixed on the photo. “I miss her, Dad. I wish she was here to see how much Estella’s daughter has grown,” Hunter said, his v
Lei stood up, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes, how is she? Is she going to be okay?” she asked, her voice trembling with fear. The doctor nodded reassuringly. “The surgery was successful. We were able to remove the bullet from her abdomen without complications,” he explained, relief washing over Lei and Hunter. Lei let out a shaky breath, her eyes welling up with tears. “Thank goodness. Can we see her?” she asked, eager to be by her grandmother’s side. The doctor led them to the intensive care unit, where Lei’s grandmother lay unconscious, surrounded by monitors and medical equipment. The room was filled with a sense of urgency, but also with a quiet calm as the medical team monitored her condition. As the doctor led Lei and Hunter to the intensive care unit, he explained the details of the surgery that Lei’s grandmother had undergone. He described how the bullet had lodged itself in her abdomen, dangerously close to vital organs, making the surgery complex and delicate. “Th
Lei and Hunter sat at a cozy corner table in a quaint Italian restaurant, the warm glow of candlelight casting a soft ambiance around them. The aroma of freshly baked bread and savory pasta filled the air, creating a welcoming atmosphere. “This place is lovely, Hunter. Thank you for bringing me here,” Lei said, her eyes sparkling with appreciation as she looked around the charming restaurant. “It’s my pleasure, Lei. I thought we could use a nice meal and some time to unwind,” Hunter replied, smiling warmly at her. As they perused the menu, they discussed their day, sharing stories and catching up on each other’s lives. The conversation flowed easily between them, a comfortable familiarity underscoring their friendship. Their laughter filled the air, mingling with the soft music playing in the background. Lei felt a sense of peace and contentment, grateful for this moment of respite from the chaos of life. Just as their food arrived, Lei’s phone rang, breaking the tranquility of th
Hunter strode through the bustling mall, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of his upcoming meeting with Lei. The cacophony of shoppers and the myriad of storefronts blurred together as he made his way through the bustling crowd. But amidst the hustle and bustle, a familiar figure caught his eye—a woman with long, dark hair and a radiant smile. “Is that Hannah?” Hunter murmured to himself, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. Memories of their past encounters flooded his mind, stirring a mix of emotions within him. For a brief moment, he entertained the idea of approaching her, of reconnecting with someone who had once meant so much to him. But before he could gather his courage, Jonathan appeared at her side. Amie’s smile widened as she greeted Jonathan, her hand tenderly caressing her stomach in a gesture that did not escape Hunter’s notice. A pang of longing and resentment tugged at his heartstrings as he observed the intimate moment between the two. His first instinct
As Vier indulged in his luxurious surroundings, reclining on the opulent bed with a glass of vintage wine in hand, he seemed lost in a haze of pleasure. His lavish quarters were adorned with exquisite furnishings and adorned with decadent décor, creating an atmosphere of hedonistic indulgence. Arrayed around him were the women, their silken attire a testament to his wealth and power, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of music that filled the room. Unbeknownst to Vier, however, danger lurked in the shadows, creeping closer with each passing moment. Hunter, Ezekiel, and Casper moved with the precision of trained assassins, their steps silent as whispers as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion. With every guard they encountered, they dispatched swiftly and efficiently, leaving no trace of their presence behind. Hunter, his eyes gleaming with determination, led the trio with calculated precision. His movements were fluid and controlled, his senses honed by
As they mingled amidst the opulent surroundings of the auction hall, their senses tingled with the thrill of the forbidden. The air was thick with the scent of wealth and ambition, the attendees whispering in hushed tones as they eyed the prized treasures on display. At the heart of the auction lay their target: a non-magical artifact rumored to possess historical significance and unparalleled craftsmanship. It was a relic coveted by collectors and power-brokers alike, its allure irresistible to those who sought to wield its cultural value for their own ends. With a silent nod of agreement, Hunter and his companions formulated their plan. They would acquire the artifact by any means necessary, whether through cunning negotiation or daring subterfuge. The stakes were high, but they were prepared to do whatever it took to secure their prize. As the auctioneer began the proceedings, the tension in the room reached a fever pitch. Bidders vied for supremacy, their bids escalating with ea
Miah
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iamlovelygreengirl
Love it! Very interesting story.
Sandyy
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Crawfortrouble
This is so good, when will be the next chapters? :((
both kuol
fabulous piece of artwork ...
Delinda Schumacher
54 chapters 3-20-23
shoto
what a let Dawn totally disappointed in the end that wasn't really an end