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Blood Thirst: God of War To be exposed
A sharp knock echoed through the apartment, breaking the complete silence that was present between Kenneth and Quella as they sat on the edge of their messy bed, clutching their phones and trying to retrieve the articles from their search history. Kenneth, still shirtless, frowned and stood up.“That must be the delivery guy,let me check” he muttered, throwing on a pair of joggers and walking toward the front door.But as soon as he opened the door his eyes widened in surprise.Two uniformed officers stood before him, one of them holding up a badge. “We are here for Mr. Kenneth Colton?” the taller officer asked.Kenneth straightened his spine and folded his arms, wary. “Yeah?I am Kenneth Colton. What do you want and why are you here in the first place?”“We need you to come with us right this instant,” the officer said firmly. “You've been summoned.”Kenneth scoffed. “Excuse me? Summoned? What kind of joke is this? You can’t just barge into someone’s home like this. I’m a respectabl
Blood Thirst: God of War Pick a side!
Kenneth’s smirk deepened as he crossed his arms, squaring off against Julius with the air of a man who had already won. “What is there to see?” he taunted. “Haven’t you learned the truth even after years of experiencing the same thing?”Julius looked calm, unbothered. “Who knows,” he said coolly, “when the tide will turn.”Kenneth laughed aloud, loud enough to draw a few side glances. “Tide?” he scoffed. “Do you even know what happens to cockroaches like you when the tides actually turn? You’re swept away by the current and die.” He gave a mocking little clap. “Such poetic nonsense. Keep dreaming, Julius.”He stepped a little closer, eyes gleaming with malice. “By the way, haven’t you brought your little insurance policy with you?” Julius raised an eyebrow, confused, and Kenneth grinned. “Your girlfriend. The one who’s always conveniently around to bail you out. Who else?”Julius didn’t respond. His silence only emboldened Kenneth further.“Although,” Kenneth drawled, “I’ll admit, you
Blood Thirst: God of War Apologize to me!
Kenneth had been raised by a mother who saw the sun rise and set on his shoulders. She taught him that whenever he found himself walking in the direction opposite to the crowd, it wasn’t a reason to question his path. No! It's simply the others who were wrong, because he was special. People just didn’t understand his brilliance yet. That belief had been reinforced so thoroughly in Kenneth's mind, that even after being an adult, he had never once thought to pause and analyse himself.So, even as the murmurs dulled into silence and the air shifted with tension, he didn’t think to stop. He continued, loving the sound of his own voice as he bashed Julius non- stop, as if the universe was going to give him a round of applause at the end. “It’s fine!”Kenneth announced grandly, “Since you don't have any of your usual sassy little remarks to dig your own grave with, Julius! Then I’ll be the one to display some grace.”He turned toward Julius with mock sympathy in his eyes. “You see, I’m
Blood Thirst: God of War Prize Distribution?!
The Mayor slammed his palm down on the polished table with a loud bang! Even the officials on either side of him straightened slightly, but his eyes were focused on a single person. He spoke in a voice saturated with irritation as he addressed the man who had been gaining the attention of everyone in that room, with his dramatics.“Is there anything else you have to say, Mr. Kenneth?”For a brief moment, Kenneth flinched. The tone was rude, like someone was scolding him. And he was definitely nor used to hearing such harsh, grating noises. But to his credit, he quickly recovered, convincing himself that despite the tone, at least the Mayor’s words were still technically respectful. So, choosing to play it safe, he put on his most diplomatic voice.“As far as this topic is concerned, I do have a lot more to say, sir. But I can’t help wondering, why are we wasting our time discussing this loser at all?”He waved a dismissive hand toward Julius, happy to push him into the pit if he cou
Blood Thirst: God of War Golden boy
Kenneth stumbled back a step, sputtering in disbelief. His voice trembled at first, but quickly grew louder as he began to ramble, hands flailing slightly in a desperate attempt to control the narrative.“This… this is a trap!” he exclaimed. “I was told this was an important meeting! Police officials invited me! I came here thinking it was about a medal—maybe a post, a ceremony—how can this happen?”He looked around, hoping to find at least one sympathetic face in the room, but all he saw were officials with clipped expressions and Julius, leaning against a wall with a tired smirk.“My reputation is spotless!” Kenneth insisted. “I’m the son-in-law of the Garcias, for God’s sake! How can there be evidence? There can’t be! This is absurd!”Superintendent Covey raised an eyebrow, his voice dry. “Do you wish to give an official statement regarding the evidence, Mr. Kenneth?”Kenneth’s lips trembled. “What... what evidence?”Covey simply gestured to the officer beside him. “Tell him, Rich
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
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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
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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
Dangerous world
The morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the estate, casting golden streaks across the wooden floor. Miley was still in bed when the scent of roses hit her nose, dozens of them. She blinked, stretched, and sat up, only to gasp.The entire living room had been transformed. Roses in hues of red, pink, and white were everywhere bundles on tables, bouquets in vases, and petals scattered across the floor like confetti from a royal celebration. Gifts in ornate wrappings adorned the foyer. Beside one of the larger flower stands stood a note with an elegant golden seal.Julius, who had just finished his morning black coffee, picked up the card and frowned. “Duke of Glamorgan,” he murmured.Miley peered over his shoulder, reading aloud, “To the newlyweds—my blessings and warmest congratulations. Miley is like a daughter to me. I couldn’t be happier. I've arranged a private dinner for the two of you tonight. Wear something fitting.”Julius sighed and rubbed his temple. “I have
He cares!
The house was quieter than usual that evening. No television murmuring in the background, no kettle hissing on the stove. Just the soft shuffle of footsteps and the occasional creak of wood as Miley moved about the living room, placing her wildflower bouquet in a simple glass vase. The cream and blush petals looked delicate, a quiet contrast to the stormy day they’d had.Julius stood nearby, loosening the tie around his neck, his jacket already slung across the armrest of the couch. He watched her without speaking, a subtle intensity in his gaze. It wasn’t just her dress or the curve of her smile. It was the way she moved careful, yet completely unafraid. Still here. Still his… somehow.“You’re awfully quiet for someone who just got married,” Miley teased softly, glancing over her shoulder.He exhaled through his nose, the corner of his mouth tilting. “I’m still letting that part sink in.”She turned to face him, her fingers twining in front of her. “Regretting it already?”His eyes s
Wife
The courthouse doors clicked shut behind them, sealing away the vows they had just exchanged with the kind of quiet finality that felt heavier than expected. Miley clutched the modest bouquet of wildflowers, baby’s breath and pale wild roses, still she was not entirely able to believe they were hers. Her fingers brushed over the petals like a dream she didn’t want to end.“We’re married,” she said, her voice barely louder than a breath.Julius gave a faint nod, glancing sidelong at her. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was too worried yesterday. I should’ve gotten you real flowers.”Miley blinked at him. “These are real flowers.”He gave a small huff of amusement. “You know what I mean.”She did. And yet, the idea of him stepping off the sidewalk to pick them just for her made them more precious than a florist’s bouquet ever could be.But she could not tell him that , yet, even though she really wanted to scream this from the top of her lungs that no flower, no bouquet in the entire world co
Flowers
Miley paced the living room with her arms folded tightly across her chest, her bare feet brushing against the cool floor tiles as the silence of midnight wrapped around her. The clock ticked softly in the background, each second a reminder of Julius’s absence. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, scenarios, and questions she couldn’t shake off.She had tried to stay calm. She’d even convinced herself she didn’t need his answer—she could handle things on her own. But the longer the minutes dragged, the more restless she became.She knew that Julius wasn't going to accept her proposal this easily, but she was ready to convince him, and for that she has already prepared all the arguments that would be required in the future.But the problem was that he didn't even let her complete her words and left her alone without they could even go further in the discussion where he had been hiding the reasons to not marry her on paper.Because if he was ready to find someone for the exact role the
Keeping her safe
Julius left the house with a heavy heart and an even heavier conscience. The front door clicked shut behind him, but her words— “Then I’ll marry you”—echoed in his head like a siren in an empty hallway. He needed space and silence.Miley had proposed marriage.She proposed to help him …help him by marrying him.And it was not just any marriage. A no-obligation, pretend-to-be-his-wife arrangement. That would be Logical, strategic for his current condition..completely safe on paper, making him free from all the obligation.But nothing about it felt safe. Nothing about her-soft, stubborn, golden-hearted Miley-was meant for this world of shadows and backdoor politics, where missions ended in blood and trust could be lethal.He drove with no destination in mind, but his instincts led him to the lake. The moonlight rippled gently across the water, casting silver shadows on the still surface. The place was quiet. Just like he needed. He knew he could stay here for a while before his heart ma
Something stupid
For a moment, Julius said nothing. He stared at Miley, his eyes were unreadable, his tall frame was tense and still. The overhead light in the living room flickered once, casting a dim glow across her determined face and the soft under-eye patches still clinging beneath her eyes.While Julius was still trying to believe that what he had heard was not some delusion but her actual words, she was indeed ready to marry him, she was ready to help him, in this misery of his life , but what he wasn't able to understand was why she is willing to help him in the first place, when Oliva hasn't helped, she wasn't loyal with him, even when they were married then why does Miley want to be loyal with, why do she wants to help him and all these questions were making him doubt his reality where he has heard the words correctly or his mind was just playing some games with him.When he didn't get the answer from himself even after struggling a lot in his mind, he finally decided to ask the question di
Marry you
After the chaos at the summit, Julius knew things couldn't return to normal so easily. That night, he arranged to meet a few of his most trusted military buddies at a low-profile bar outside the city.Officially, the meeting was to catch up over beers — but the real reason ran deeper. Julius needed their input on the Home Front Horizon project, to make sure every possible security risk had been anticipated. More importantly, he needed fresh intel.The group who had ambushed the summit hadn't claimed allegiance to any known faction. They moved like trained operatives but struck with a kind of brutal recklessness that was worrying. Whoever they were, they weren't amateurs. And Julius wanted to know exactly who he was going to war with.Hours later, after downing too many bottles and trading battle-scarred jokes, the men finally insisted on dropping him back at the estate. They were half-drunk, loud, and yet there was a current of unspoken understanding between them — a brotherhood born
