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Blood Thirst: God of War Uncertainty
The next evening, Miley sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports. The Duke’s company finances were far more complex than she had anticipated, and merging them with her own accounts was proving to be a tedious task. She rubbed her temples, willing the numbers to make sense. The dim glow of her desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, the only sign of life in the otherwise silent office. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Before she could respond, a young man named Lorence sauntered into the office, he was one of the junior accountants. He leaned against her desk with an easy smirk, as if they were old friends. His tailored suit was too expensive for his position, his cufflinks gleaming under the light. “You look like you could use some help,” he said, his voice dripping with false concern. “I’ve got nothing but time. You can take any help from me, anytime. I’ll be of use.” His emphasis on the last word made her skin crawl. Miley didn’t even glanc
Blood Thirst: God of War Gifts
By the time Miley made it to the second office that afternoon, the weight of the exhaustion of the day was already pressing on her temples. Meetings, invoices, forecasts, it had been relentless for a long day like today. She stepped into the open-plan space and offered a polite nod to the staff as she made her way to her desk.But her tired eyes widened slightly at the sight waiting for her.A tall bouquet of deep red roses sat in the middle of her workspace, arranged with precision and wrapped in silk ribbon. For a brief second, a small smile crept onto her face,until she leaned in and read the attached card.“For the most hardworking woman in this building. A little something to brighten your day. – Lorence”The smile vanished. He was the last person she would expect a bouquet from.She stood up so fast her chair scraped loudly across the tiled floor, making everyone's heads turn towards her. Everyone knew Lorence was charming, arrogant, the son of a wealthy businessman who played
Blood Thirst: God of War Stray Dog
Miley turned sharply, her eyes completely blazing. The crushed card in her hand crackled with her grip.“Is this nonsense from you?” she snapped, stalking toward Lorence, who stood with arms folded and a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.Lorence, who had been just as dumbfounded as the others moments ago, blinked. “Wait, what?”She raised the card. “The cars. The gifts. The roses. Are you behind this circus?”He opened his mouth to say no, because, truly, even he was not sure. But then the thought struck him. Who else could pull this off? His father, Grant Voss, was the wealthiest man in the city, and he would personally come down just a few days ago to Miley’s office, furious and embarrassed at Lorence’s behavior. Maybe this was his father’s way of fixing things. Trying to win Miley over with what amounted to a modern-day dowry.Lorence’s lips curved into a slow, lazy smile. “Do you like them?”Miley stared at him in disbelief.“No,” she hissed, crumpling the card and tossing it t
Blood Thirst: God of War Finger print
As Lorence mocks him for being poor, Julius simply tilts his head, his voice was extremely cold but it was still calm. “Are you sure you brought all of this?”The crowd became quiet.Lorence’s smirk twitches. “What does that supposed to mean?”Julius steps forward. “You are proudly claiming credit for gifts you did not even know were arriving today.”Lorence scoffs. “Do not tell me you think you did all this , two vintage cars, designer boxes, custom packaging?” He lets out a dry laugh while continuing further. “Please. You could not afford the chrome finish on the door handles.”Julius lets the words settle first and waited him to finish, then adds:“You talk loud for someone who does not know what his own father is doing behind his back.”Now everyone is paying attention again, as this was something going to be a very interesting gossip, as by now they had stopped listening to them thinking that they were busy in some love rivalry drama, but now it was complete politics and the g
Blood Thirst: God of War Wedding gift
Lorence hesitated, only for a breath, but it wasn't long enough for someone to notice.“Why should I entertain your little drama?” he snapped, then pointed abruptly toward Miley. “And what about her, huh? She’s the real reason we are even talking. A woman like her, who should be compared to a Goddess…this elegant, capable, stunning woman, does not belong with someone like you, who does not even provide her the basic necessities, let alone the luxuries!”He stalked toward Miley with practiced charm in his voice.“She deserves a man who does not lie. Who does not humiliate her with cheap stunts like this just to make himself look good.”Miley’s eyes narrowed, but she stayed rooted in place.“I mean, look at her,” Lorence continued. “She walks like a queen and talks like one. You think you can match her presence by flinging a couple of fake gifts around and hoping we are all stupid enough to buy it?”Lorence’s words made the way for more murmurs. As few people standing there had a few n
Blood Thirst: God of War Rented
The luxury gifts were still shimmering in their designated spots, the vintage sports cars with a chrome finish, stacks of designer items, and flower arrangements worth a fortune.And as the crowd was about to shift completely against Lorence, he suddenly scream at the top of his lungs while laughing out loud;Ohh my God! I never knew that someone could be this useless too!! Like just to prove yourself as a worthy person, you have spent your wife's hard earned money in renting these fake gifts and the vintage cares! Do you even know how hard it is to make money? Or a freeloader like you only know how to spend it?Because I know it clearly a man like you can't even afford the chrome finish of this car.Lorence's words once again gave the blow to the dying fire and people started to murmur again, as the possibility of renting those things suddenly started to make sense, instead of buying them, because how can a man, dressed in completely simple clothes, afford all of that.And if he did
Blood Thirst: God of War Drone
Miley awoke to the sharp, incessant buzzing of her phone. Disoriented, she blinked against the early light filtering through the curtains and reached blindly for the device on her nightstand. At first, she expected a calendar alert or a routine message from the finance team. But as her vision cleared, her heart began to thud heavily.Dozens of notifications blinked across the screen. News alerts. Encrypted chats. Three missed calls from her assistant, and one message stood out in bold, red encryption: "URGENT. You have been compromised."Frowning, she tapped the link embedded in the message. It took her to a browser she did not even know she had installed a dark web relay portal, black as pitch and crawling with warning symbols. And then she saw it.TARGET PROFILE: MILEY COLTON (ALIAS: NIGHTINGALE)Status: ACTIVE. High-priority asset.Current location: [City Redacted, GPS Coordinates— Pending Confirmation]Known routines, preferred hangouts, vulnerabilities, financial signature, fam
Blood Thirst: God of War Packing bags
Everything was going extremely opposite in her life, everything was ready to reach the rock bottom, but still she wasn't afraid.She knows that there was an active threat on her life and she should be afraid of it, but her belief in Julius was making her so strong that she was not worried about anything anymore.She knows that till Julius is by her side he would not let anything happen to her in any circumstance and that was why she was finally becoming calm and was sipping her coffee.The phone rang just as Miley was finishing her coffee. Its sharp tone echoed across the high-ceilinged drawing room of Julius’s mansion, slicing through the still morning air like a knife. She frowned because it was her mother’s number.Except it wasn’t a normal call. It was routed through three emergency channels, encrypted and re-routed via satellite pingbacks. That alone made her stomach twist.She answered immediately. “Mom?”A panicked voice crackled through the line. “Miley! Oh thank God, you pic
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Silent promise
The morning sun peeked through low-hanging clouds, casting a pale silver glow over the countryside. Mist clung to the edges of the fields like a stubborn veil, and the air held a chill that hinted at the fading warmth of early autumn. Birds chirped half-heartedly from tree branches, their feathers puffed up against the cold.Inside the small cottage, Miley rubbed her arms as she stepped out into the yard. Her shawl…usually hanging from the peg near the door…was missing. She frowned slightly, scanning the porch. Nothing.Before she could return inside, Julius emerged from the stable, already dressed in his usual dark clothes, his stride confident and steady despite the bite in the air. A thick, handwoven wool scarf clung loosely around his neck.He noticed her at once…her hunched shoulders, the faint shiver in her fingers. Without a word, he tugged off his scarf and walked over.Miley opened her mouth to speak, but he didn’t give her the chance. With simple, practiced hands, he draped
Froze
The last of the storm dwindled into silence, leaving behind the soft patter of lingering drizzle on the cottage roof. The fire had shrunk to glowing embers, casting a fading warmth into the quiet room. The lanterns had burned low, their flames now flickering uncertainty in the glass. Outside, the night air was cold and damp, curling against the windows like a restless whisper.Inside, Miley lay beneath a thick quilt on the floor pallet near the hearth, her breathing even, her body curled on her side. She had insisted Julius stay in the room. Not for protection…though she did not say it…but for something far simpler. Neither of them had wanted to face the storm’s aftermath alone.Julius had agreed without a word. He had taken his place behind her, not touching at first, leaving a respectful space between them. But as the minutes passed and the fire dimmed, he heard her breathe out a soft, involuntary shiver. The quilt rustled as she pulled it tighter around herself.He moved closer be
Peace
By the time they reached home, the sky had split open with thunder. The bullock cart had barely pulled away when thick sheets of rain began to pour down, drumming hard against the tiled roof. The wind howled through the trees, bending branches and rattling loose shutters.Julius got out first, helping Miley down from the cart before grabbing the woven basket they’d brought back from the fair. The power flickered once inside the cottage…then died completely. Darkness fell instantly, thick and full.Miley groaned softly. “Perfect timing.”“Power lines out?” Julius asked, his voice calm even as a loud crack of thunder split the sky.She nodded, already moving toward the cabinet by the hearth. “Happens a lot during countryside storms. Don’t worry, I have got it.”He followed her into the main room, watching as she pulled out two old oil lanterns. With practiced ease, she lit them. The golden glow bathed her face in warmth, flickering over her features like candlelight on water.“I will st
Running away
Since they have come here everything that has happened was so sudden that none of them has gotten to understand what they are supposed to do next.As a spontaneous village fair had sprung up near the temple, its lanterns glowing like fireflies in the dusk. Julius had only meant to stop by for a quick reconnaissance of the surrounding area, but when Miley’s eyes lit up at the sound of folk music and the scent of roasted corn, he knew there would be no leaving early.They walked side by side beneath garlands of marigolds and strings of colored bulbs. The air buzzed with the chatter of locals and the rhythmic beat of dhols. Children darted around them with sweet-stained fingers, and vendors called out their best prices in cheerful tones. Miley smiled at everything…the handcrafted trinkets, the flutes made of bamboo, the garlands of fresh jasmine…and Julius found himself watching her more than the fair.At one of the game stalls, she paused. The ring toss. Plastic rings, an array of pri
Ring
Miley descended the staircase, stifling a yawn as the early morning light filtered through the windows. The house was still quiet, save for the soft hum of the breeze outside. She had expected to find the usual calm of the morning, but as her eyes adjusted, she froze in surprise. Julius was sitting at the kitchen table, a steaming cup of tea in front of him, looking completely at ease in the otherwise still house. His presence, so unexpectedly calm, contrasted sharply with his usual reserved nature. Miley blinked, unsure if she was still half asleep.“Julius,” Grandma called, a twinkle in her eyes. “Come help me with lunch. You can be the one to knead the dough.”Julius, clearly unprepared for the task, glanced at Miley, who raised an eyebrow and shrugged, the corners of her mouth twitching with suppressed laughter. He sighed, his usual stoic expression unshifting. “Alright.”He rolled up his sleeves and approached the kitchen counter. The flour, though, seemed to have a mind of its
Winning hearts
The sun had barely risen above the treetops when Miley led Julius beyond the village’s edge, past the weeping willows and the moss-covered stones, to a grove where ancient roots twisted like stories beneath the earth. At its heart stood the sacred tree—taller than any building in the village, its bark deep and gnarled, its branches heavy with a thousand fluttering threads in every shade of red and gold.Julius tilted his head as they approached. “What is this?”Miley’s voice softened. “It’s where villagers come to make wishes. Each thread represents a hope, a prayer… maybe a regret.”She reached into her satchel and pulled out a crimson thread, fingers trembling slightly as she tied it to a low-hanging branch. Her lips moved in silence, eyes closed for a long second.Julius watched her, expression unreadable. “What did you wish for?”She did not meet his gaze. “You are not supposed to tell.”He did not press her, though he lingered longer than necessary, as if searching the tree for m
Safe with him
The morning after the ceremony dawned quiet, golden light spilling across the hills and filtering through the gauzy curtains of the east wing. The estate, still echoing with the afterglow of celebration, felt like it had exhaled—its energy softer now, more hushed.Miley sat on the back steps with a cup of tea, her feet bare, her thoughts tangled. The ring on her finger caught the sunlight, flashing in ways she tried to ignore.Julius appeared without fanfare, carrying a wooden tray balanced with two bowls of oats, a sliced apple, and a tiny glass jar of honey. He did not speak, just lowered the tray beside her and sat down. His shirt sleeves were rolled to the elbow, and a faint smear of oil streaked one hand.“You made this?” she asked, tilting her head.“I reheated it,” he replied, unfazed. “did not want you skipping breakfast.”Her lips twitched at his matter-of-fact tone. They ate in a companionable silence, birds chirping in the distance, wind stirring the wildflowers along the s
Trust and Alliance
The final ritual was set against the fading glow of dusk. Lanterns flickered to life around the ancestral altar, their light softening the sharp edges of stone and wood. The family gathered in a tight circle, reverent, hushed. At the center stood Miley and Julius.In her hands, Miley held a pair of rings—simple, gold, and heavy with expectation. Her palms were slightly damp, her heart unsteady. She glanced at Julius. He stood tall beside her, still dressed in the traditional ceremonial garb, the fabric pulling taut over his broad shoulders. His face gave nothing away.“The exchange of rings,” announced her grandfather, “is the seal. Not just of love, but of trust and alliance.”Miley hesitated only a second before lifting Julius’s hand. His fingers were warm and still. She slid the ring onto his finger, her touch trembling slightly. He did not move.Then he reached for her hand, and something in his eyes flickered. Not warmth, not coldness—but something suspended in between. Slowly, d
Shifting lines
The estate lay quiet under the weight of night. Shadows stretched long across the stone pathways, and the wind rustled the trees with a whisper too soft to disturb sleep. But Miley could not sleep.She slipped out of the guest room with bare feet and a shawl draped over her shoulders, her steps light against the cool floor. The weight of the ceremony, the games, and the persistent web of lies clung to her chest, making it hard to breathe. She needed air. She needed space.Outside, the moon cast a pale glow over the estate. The silence was comforting, almost sacred. She moved along the gravel path, avoiding the creaky spots, past the old shed and into the open garden. The scent of earth and distant pine filled her lungs.Behind her, unseen but very much present, Julius followed.He had not meant to. But when he noticed her door open, the flicker of movement against the shadows, something in him stirred. So he slipped into the dark and kept his distance, following without a word. She w
