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Blood Thirst: God of War 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
Blood Thirst: God of War 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
Blood Thirst: God of War 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
Blood Thirst: God of War 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
Blood Thirst: God of War 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
Blood Thirst: God of War 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
Blood Thirst: God of War My husband
While both of them thought that finally everything was under control and they did not need to talk to anyone further or reply to anyone's question anymore, some people suddenly circled both of them."So Miley do you really want us to believe that your husband …Julius, he has bought the manuscript for one million dollars and he doesn't just stop there, he has donated it back to you as well !! Wow what a fascinating storyYes and I do not think why do you have a problem with that ?Umm! Because of the red flags it is giving…as you are telling me you bought that?" a voice jeered. It was Thyme, one of the wealthier merchants in the area, known for his sharp tongue and even sharper judgment.He was flanked by a few of his cronies, who eyed Julius with sneers of disbelief.Julius tried to keep his face neutral, but the sharp edge of Thyme’s tone struck deep. "Yes," Julius said calmly, though his voice betrayed a hint of the frustration roiling inside him. "I bought it. With my own money.
Blood Thirst: God of War Lovely couple
Julius stood beside Miley, his presence steady as ever. His silence was reassuring, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable. Miley knew he was not comfortable here, was not comfortable with her family, or the weight of whatever unknown threat lurked in the distance. But he was here, as always, by her side.Her grandfather was waiting at his usual place in the living room, his sharp eyes scanning the two of them before his lips curled into a knowing smile, like a the look of someone who knew more than he let on. Someone who had been watching. “Miley,” he said, his voice rough with age but firm. “Julius.”Miley offered a tight smile, trying to mask the discomfort she felt. “Grandfather,” she replied, her voice steady, though the questions she had about her family’s situation loomed over her. “It’s good to see you.”“And you.” His gaze flicked to Julius, sharp as a knife. There was no need for further words, but his eyes lingered for a moment longer than necessary, as if sizing up
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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
