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Blood Thirst: God of War Surprise?
As Kenneth was dragged out of the room by the officers, still shouting half-formed threats and protests, Superintendent Covey turned to Julius with a tired but resolute expression.“Thank you, Officer Covey,” Julius said quietly, his voice earnest.But Covey shook his head. “No need for thanks. This is my job. Besides…” he added, eyes narrowing as he looked toward the exit Kenneth had just disappeared through, “brats like him—rich, spoiled ones—they often get out on bail before the ink even dries. But I’ll make sure he doesn’t escape for good. If we let him go, then what’s the point of law at all? Justice shouldn’t only apply to the poor.”Julius gave a silent nod, understanding the frustration in Covey’s voice. There were battles still to come. But for now, this one was over.---Miles away, Miley’s phone buzzed in her hand. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Julius’s name flash across the screen.“Hello?” she answered quickly.“It’s over,” Julius said on the other end, his voice
Blood Thirst: God of War Shameful!
The party was in full swing, and the conversations were blossoming in every corner, as the guests were enjoying themselves with food, wine, and excellent company. Suddenly, the doors burst open.Two women stormed inside, their eyes wild with fury, hair frizzed from the wind. Behind them, two guards rushed in, panting and flustered.“Ma’am, please!” One of them called, trying to catch up. “You can’t just—”But they didn’t listen, just like they had been ignoring them all along. “Sir…!”The guard turned toward Julius, flustered, “These women claim to be your relatives. They refused to wait at the gate—”Duke glanced at Julius for direction. The God of War gave a single cold nod. The guards hesitated, then stepped back.And then, all hell broke loose. They turned on him so fast that Julius almost got whiplash from their reactions. “You ungrateful bastard!” Quella screamed, her voice rising above the music, silencing the chatter in a heartbeat. “You think you can humiliate Kenneth an
Blood Thirst: God of War Insane!
The slap echoed through the grand ballroom like a gunshot.Quella staggered back, clutching her cheek. Her eyes widened in disbelief, then turned red as tears welled up in them, stinging her eyes. Her face stung from the unexpected blow, the sharp imprint of fingers still burning across her skin. First came the shock of being hit, then the pain of the impact. And finally, hot, white anger.“What the hell? Who are you?” she shrieked, voice shrill with fury. “Fucking slut! Do you even know who I am? Thriving on my leftovers, really?”Miley didn’t flinch. Her hand was steady, her posture poised. But the glint in her eye was cold steel. A smirk curled her lips as she said, “I think Mrs. Sorren gave the perfect description of you—lying, cheating, a whore who isn’t worth anyone’s trust. But let’s leave that aside for now.”She leaned in, voice cutting like ice. “Do you know who I am?”Quella scoffed, still clutching her face. “Yeah, yeah,” she spat, rolling her eyes. “You must be flexing y
Blood Thirst: God of War Unreasonable
“You’ve always been uneducated, classless, and an idiot!” Quella shrieked, her voice cracking with fury. “But you’ve truly lost all shame today, Julius!”The ballroom had quieted once more, heads turning toward the escalating chaos between Julius and his former wife. Laura was still on the floor, wincing and trying to gather herself, while Quella stood firm—her voice the only thing piercing the heavy air.“How dare you push my mother-in-law like that!” she screamed, flinging a hand toward Laura. “Has that girl really done some kind of magic on you? You’ve completely lost your consciousness!”Julius didn’t even look at her. His eyes scanned the crowd, desperate and unfocused. He had only one thought now—Where is Miley?“Oh, I see what this is!” Quella sneered. “That’s why you’re after Kenneth, isn’t it? You think that if you send him to jail, I’ll come crying into your arms?”She laughed, bitter and mocking. “Grow up, Julius! Who even thinks like that? Teenagers? Children? You really t
Blood Thirst: God of War Happy Birthday
Julius had barely taken a moment to catch his breath, when the sound of footsteps alerted him to the presence of someone. However, before he could get panicked and act, he realized it wasn't more goons, but just the guests who had gathered around the corridor after hearing the commotion, their murmurs rising with every second. The sight of two groaning men on the floor and Julius standing over them like a storm personified was something none of them had expected at a birthday party.Someone had just given Miley a hand; and now, she was standing to the side, visibly shaken, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if trying to hold herself together. Her hair was disheveled, her cheek slightly bruised where she had fallen earlier. Julius turned toward her, concern written all over his face, but before he could reach her, Laura’s shrill voice cut through the tension.“And who exactly is this girl? And what sort of company does she keep, I wonder? Any decent woman would know better t
Blood Thirst: God of War Stand by!
Since the moment Miley had kissed Julius on his birthday, something had shifted—and not just between them. The tension that once simmered beneath the surface had burst open like a dam, and now, in its place, there was complete silence. A week had gone by, and Miley had skillfully managed to dodge every attempt made by Julius to talk, meet, or even casually bump into her. At first, Julius tried to be patient. He reasoned with himself that she might need space—that maybe the kiss had been impulsive and she regretted it. But by the seventh morning, he was done playing the fool. So when he saw her strolling into the hallway in her satin night suit, arms raised in a lazy stretch, her hair tousled from sleep and a faint yawn escaping her lips, he decided it was time. She froze mid-step when she noticed him standing there, arms crossed, leaning casually against the wall. Julius didn’t say anything at first. He just stared. Miley blinked at him and frowned, trying to walk past him, but aft
Blood Thirst: God of War Iron rod
The Lawrence Hall, which was supposed to be buzzing with celebration and ideas, had turned into a warzone. The grand banners of the Female Entrepreneurs’ Summit fluttered weakly under the whirring air vents, their messages of empowerment and progress now bitterly ironic. Armed men patrolled the marbled floor like vultures circling prey, while nearly forty women, all bound and gathered like cattle, sat along the marbled floor under the barrels of loaded rifles. The air was thick with fear, and the scent of sweat and expensive perfume mingled into something nauseating.Every male security guard and staff member had been dealt with already, and now lay unconscious by the exits and staircases. The attackers; twenty-five masked men, all armed and speaking in clipped, foreign accents, had taken full control.Their movements were sharp, mechanical, and practiced. This wasn’t random, or a coincidence. The ambush was planned from start to finish. That much was clear, but their agenda was
Blood Thirst: God of War Fate!
The stunned silence broke when one of the attackers roared in anger and charged at Miley, his palm raised to strike her across the face, with the complete intention of slapping her hard, for the daring she was showing in front of them.Miley instinctively flinched, her arms raising to shield herself.But the slap never landed, and how could it, because in the blink of an eye, Julius was there. His hand shot out, catching the attacker’s wrist mid air with a bone-jarring grip. His eyes blazed with fury as he tightened his hold, forcing the man to his knees with a sickening crack."You think you can touch her even in your wildest dreams?" Julius growled, his voice low and lethal.“ Do you really think that no one is standing behind her, do you really assume that she is all alone by herself, or do you really think you could imagine hurting her, without even knowing who actually holds her back?”With a sharp flick, he threw the man’s arm back, sending him crashing into a line of chairs. T
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Pulling the strings
The glimmering lights of the auction house shimmered off crystal chandeliers, casting long, dramatic shadows over the elite crowd gathered for the evening. The hushed whispers of the wealthy, the privileged, and the powerful hummed in the air as bidders prepared for the most anticipated lot of the evening. A manuscript its pages yellowed with age, its ink faded, but its ties to Miley’s family history undeniable. It was the kind of item that would fetch a price most could only dream of.Miley stood at the edge of the grand auction room, her eyes fixed on the artifact displayed in the center. The history it carried was hers a piece of the Delacroix legacy that had been long hidden away. She had to have it. No matter the price.The auctioneer’s voice broke through the murmurs, calling the room to attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, the lot you’ve all been waiting for. A historical manuscript dating back to the early 1800s, tied to the Delacroix lineage. Starting bid: One hundred thousand
Something more
Miley arrived at the luxury fashion showcase with Julius at her side, the flashing lights of the photographers momentarily blinding as they walked down the red carpet. The glittering event was hosted in one of the city’s most opulent venues—glass walls that reflected the skyline, a pristine white-and-gold interior, and guests in designer attire who oohed and aahed over the latest collections. Everything was carefully curated, a world that Miley had been part of long before her marriage to Julius.But tonight was not about business or high society—this was supposed to be a celebration of fashion, the industry she had once ruled. At least, that is what she had hoped when she received the invitation from Cassie Delacroix, the former friend and designer who had once shared a bond with Miley over fashion and ambition. Now, however, it felt more like a trap.Miley had known Cassie’s bitterness. Their relationship had soured years ago, and though Miley had tried to mend things, Cassie had m
Board meeting
The morning light cast a pale gold across the city skyline as Miley stepped out of the armored SUV and into the marble lobby of her company’s headquarters. Julius walked beside her, his tailored black shirt still concealing the fresh wounds beneath. No one could tell he had been near death only hours ago. His face was unreadable, his eyes sharp behind dark lenses. If he was in pain, he did not show it.It was not just a habit of his that he was taught to hide his pain from his enemies to not let them see his vulnerable side, but in the long period of time he has no one to care about his injuries,his vulnerabilities, that it has become as a habit for him, to not acknowledge his injuries, his sickness or any vulnerabilities.Inside, the building buzzed with tension. Word had spread fast ….an emergency board meeting, summoned not by the directors, but by Miley herself. The timing was suspicious. So was her sudden marriage.As they entered the executive floor, Julius fell half a step behi
His partner
The mansion felt unnervingly still as Miley paced through the darkened hallways. The night had fallen quiet, too quiet. The mission was supposed to be over. The traitor had been dealt with, the data erased, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, she thought they might actually have some peace.But peace never lasted long.Julius had disappeared into the night hours ago, saying something about tying up a “loose end” with one of his old contacts. He had not wanted her to come along, insisting it was a simple job. But Miley knew better. Nothing was simple for Julius. Nothing.She had not let it show, but the moment he left, unease had crawled beneath her skin. It was a feeling she could not shake, one that gnawed at her every time he walked out that door. The fear that one day, he would not come back.And now, as the clock on the wall ticked past midnight, that fear bloomed into something much worse.The front door slammed open with a violence that rattled the house. Miley’s hea
Traitor
The tension in the air was completely evident as Julius rejoined her later that evening, the shadows of the forest still clinging to his figure. He did not speak at first, simply approaching the fire they had built, a grim determination in his eyes.Miley watched him from her perch on a large boulder, legs crossed, her fingers absently toying with the frayed edges of her jacket. The conversation they both had earlier weighed heavily on her mind.No matter how hard she was trying to forget everything, his accusations, his assumption everything was making it too hard for her to forget even a single word from the last night conversation, and on the top of that there was her own guilt. She knew he did not believe in trusting easily, but she was not prepared for the way he had made her feel as though she had done something wrong by trusting the wrong people.But the bitterness between them had to be put on hold.“We have got a lead,” Julius finally said, his voice was low but steady.She
Miles away
The tunnel entrance was hidden beneath a steel hatch in the safehouse floor, camouflaged beneath a throw rug and a box of emergency rations. Julius had built it years ago, when paranoia was not just a habit, it was just for the survival. As he has seen enough things to know that this day will come too.“Go,” he ordered, lifting the hatch and motioning her inside. “I will seal it behind us.”Miley dropped down first, her boots landing on damp earth. The tunnel smelled of soil and old metal, its walls narrow and reinforced with steel ribs. She turned as Julius followed, pulling the hatch closed above them and locking it with a mechanical twist. Darkness swallowed them until he activated a small wrist-mounted torch.They ran in silence, their footsteps muffled by the damp ground. The tunnel sloped downward, then curved sharply to the east.“How long does this go?” she asked, breathless.“Just over a mile. It comes out near the old timberline.”A dull boom echoed behind them. Then anothe
Not safe
Miley did not remember how much time had passed since they had arrived there, everything was going fine till the power cut out happened without warning. One moment, the safehouse hummed quietly with energy, and the next, darkness fell like a heavy curtain. Miley froze mid-step. She was always afraid of the darkness and Julius was also aware of this.“Backup generator?” she asked in urgency.Julius was already moving, lighting a match and touching it to a candle. One flame flared, then another. Shadows bloomed and stretched along the concrete walls, flickering like silent ghosts.“It’s manual override,” he muttered. “Which means someone’s probing the system.”He moved stiffly. Only then did Miley notice the dark stain spreading across the side of his shirt. Her breath caught.“You’re hurt.”“It’s nothing.”“Let me see it.”“No.”But Julius winced when he peeled the shirt off, and the candlelight revealed the gash…angry and red, sliced across his side. It was not too deep, but it was r
Aim
The safehouse had no corners to escape to. Every wall felt like it was closing in on her. The air, cool and dry, pressed against Miley’s skin like a second, suffocating layer. She had wanted this—wanted to be close to him, to share space with him, to not be left behind.But now that they were here, sharing the same walls, the same oxygen, the weight of proximity felt unbearable.Everything was getting on her nerves , everything was making her anxious, make her extremely unable to control her emotions, as it was already not enough that everytime she has been seeing Julius she was getting butterflies in her stomach already that, now she has to witness his care from the closest proximity possible and keep it hidden because of the tensed situation they were going through.Thinking this she was walking towards the bed.But the next moment she tripped over a belt of ammo near the foot of the bed and cursed under her breath. Julius did not say a word. He simply looked at her from where he sa
Survival
The safehouse was carved into the mountainside, invisible to the eye unless you knew exactly where to look. A thick steel door sealed them inside, followed by a pressure-lock corridor that scanned their vitals as they passed. Miley flinched when a beam of light swept over her eyes, but Julius barely reacted.“Security layer. Measures vitals, heat signatures,” he said. “It will prepare medkits if anything’s off.”The main room was minimalist..cold stone walls, reinforced by metal panels, a compact kitchenette, one small table, and a bank of screens tucked into a recessed alcove. There was only one bedroom, a narrow hallway leading to it. The cot inside was clean but spartan. A single dresser. But there were no windows.Miley wandered while Julius ran diagnostics. The silence pressed in, broken only by soft beeps from his console. She moved toward the far wall, noticing a slight variation in the paneling. She touched it. A soft click responded. The panel hissed open, revealing a concea
