2023-05-29 15:37:26Andrew put down his work, and hurriedly entered the boss's office. A pen flew toward his head, and Andrew narrowly avoided it.
"Andrew, your salary is cut off. You won't get any single coin in the next six months."
Andrew frozen in the place, "Sir, I didn’t do anything wrong."
"Explain these videos!"
Andrew's eyes widened when he saw dozens of rated videos plastered on his boss's computer screen.
"I asked you to send me the document, and you sent me THIS?! I almost sent them to the head of the company. You piece of s1t. No wonder you could only be a porter for the rest of your life!"
"Sir, this is clearly a mistake. I didn't put those videos in your files at all. I--."
"Shut up, Andrew. You should be grateful you still have a job."
Andrew could only lower his eyes and leave his boss's room with a feeling of tightness in him. His body felt limp, his heart pounding. He actually got dumped for one reason he never did.
He didn't know how to tell his girlfriend this news.
"Why now?" Andrew muttered, "I was about to purpose to Nadine…"
Nadine is his girlfriend. They have been together for 2 years. Andrew tries his best to meet all of Nadine's demands in order to provide her with a better life. He dreams to marry her - the person he loves with all his heart.
What happens is the contrary. Instead, the work sustaining his life plunged into the abyss, so little light remained.
"I'm home, sweetheart."
Andrew said when he stepped into the house. His hand was already on the doorknob and was preparing to open it when his ears caught a moan that belonged to Nadine.
"Ahh, babe, that was so good. You're so good. I can't control myself when I'm with you!"
"Yeah…my girl… You’re the best. Those two on you are also the best."
A loud slap on somewhere Andrew didn’t want to know. And giggles.
Nadine was not alone; another man was with her.
Andrew swallowed his saliva. His brain was totally blank.
"When can we be together, babe?" It was Nadine’s sweet voice, which now only made Andrew sick.
"Soon. Our plan worked. Your idea to trap Andrew with rated videos was awesome, Nadine." The man answered.
“Will he get fired?”
“I think so.” The man said, “Unless my father really likes him. Snlt. I couldn’t stand his stupid face anymore.”
Andrew recognized the voice, it’s the son of his boss, Orlando!
“I couldn’t stand living with Andrew anymore.” Andrew heard his girlfriend said, “I hope you can be in me all the time.”
Andrew's anger peaked; without wasting time, he opened Nadine's bedroom door. What caught his eye was his partly-dressed girlfriend and a man who was also wearing only…
"Andrews! Since when did you—KYAA!"
Without a word leaving his mouth, Andrew threw a punch to the face of the man.
"Stop it, Andrew!"
Andrew's hand stopped when Nadine forced her way in the middle of the fight. She hugged Orlando tightly, leaving her body exposed without a single thread.
"Why did you betray me?! Why did you frame me?! I don’t understand…what did I do wrong to you?!"
"Because I've had enough of you, Andrew! We have been 2 years, you never bought me any expensive stuff! You cheap useless trash…Look at my face, look at my body! Men ask my numbers all the time when I’m on the street. Why should I ever be a broke man like you?!"
"I always take care of you. I gave you anything you want. I gave all my salary to you!" Andrew looked at Nadine in a daze. His voice was shattered, like his heart.
Orlando, still in pain from the punch to his face, got up and said. "Thank you, Andrew. You are dead!"
Orlando hit Andrew back. Andrew tried to struggle and fight back, but his mind was so divided into anger and disappointment that he couldn't focus on the fight. Caught off guard, a punch to the stomach made Andrew fall to the ground.
"How dare you hit me; who do you think you are, Andrew?!"
Orlando pulled Andrew's body back; he pushed him towards the wall.
But Andrew fought back. Andrews countered with a punch to Orlando's face. Just as he was about to add one more punch--
"AKH!"
Andrew fell to the floor with his head covered in blood.
"Is he out?!" Nadine held a vase in her hand, watched Andrew fall to the floor.
If Andrew were awake, he would know that the vase was the anniversary gift from him to his girlfriend, and now it was being knocked on his head by her.
Orlando smiled crookedly and hugged Nadine. "Nice one, baby. He deserved that."
Orlando wiped his shoes on Andrew's fainted body before they left the room. However, a light appeared without them noticing.
A light came from something that was worn by Andrew, his necklace.
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The iron blade collided with the Shaman’s skeletal claws. Sparks—bright, erratic bursts of amber and crimson electricity—showered the walls. The sheer impact sent a shockwave traveling up Andrew’s right arm, tearing the partially healed muscle fibers in his shoulder. He groaned, his boots skidding back three inches, but he didn't lower his guard."Foolish boy!" the Shaman’s multi-layered voice roared, the shadows at his base twisting like striking serpents, snapping at Andrew’s legs. "The artifact requires an unblemished vessel! A mortal body cannot handle the friction of a broken seal! You are burning your own life away!""Then I’ll make sure you burn with me," Andrew rasped, his eyes flashing with a deep, blood-refined crimson.He twisted the hilt of his sword, utilizing a close-quarters parry to slide the steel blade along the Shaman’s elongated fingers. With a sharp, sudden snap of his wrists, Andrew sheared off three of the blackened bone fragments embedded in the Shaman’s right
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The private elevator plunged down the shaft of the Smith-William tower like a falling stone. Inside the metallic box, Andrew collapsed against the mirrored wall, his breath coming in ragged, shallow wheezes. The momentary surge of raw power that had allowed him to overpower Orlando and flash-step across the boardroom was completely gone.His body was paying the price. His left shoulder, twice wounded, was bleeding heavily, the dark crimson soaking through his torn tactical vest. His bound ribs felt as though they were grinding together with every expansion of his lungs. But as he reached into his tactical pouch and felt the cold, metallic cylinder containing the violet neurotoxin antidote, a grim smile touched his bloody lips.He had the cure.The elevator doors hissed open at the subterranean maintenance level. Viper was already waiting, his submachine gun lowered but his face taut with anxiety. Two 'Ghost' unit enforcers stood behind him, scanning the shadows."Boss!" Viper rushed f
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Through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls of the grand boardroom at the end of the hall, the scene looked pristine, a stark contrast to the violence on the floors below. Ten members of the Smith-William board of directors sat around a massive, rectangular table made of petrified wood. At the head of the table stood Orlando, wearing a fresh tailored suit, though he couldn't completely hide the small piece of medical tape covering his fractured jaw from their encounter in the garage. Beside him stood Elena, her expression calm, precise, and utterly cold as she adjusted a stack of legal documents under the glow of the recessed lighting.Two elite Tang Clan enforcers stood guard at the double mahogany doors, their hands resting on the grips of their concealed automatic weapons. They spotted Andrew the moment he cleared the corner.Before their arms could lift, Andrew’s right hand whipped upward.Pfft. Pfft.The suppressed pops were swallowed by the low rumble of the thunder outside. The fi
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Down in the subterranean maintenance tunnels beneath the financial district, the air was thick with the smell of stagnant water and industrial grease. Every movement was an exercise in pure willpower. The temporary surge from the Crimson Catalyst was entirely gone, and his body was paying the price for the structural damage he had sustained. His fractured ribs throbbed with a rhythmic, dull agony that threatened to steal his breath, and the flesh wounds on his shoulder were stiff and burning.But his eyes—once a flat, defeated grey—now held a sharp, dangerous glint of erratic amber and blue. The seal on his necklace was still fighting him, but the desperation was gone. It had been replaced by a cold, calculating intent."All feeds are looped, Boss," Viper whispered, stepping out of the dark corridor with a modified submachine gun slung across his chest. Behind him, six men of the 'Ghost' unit stood in absolute silence, their faces covered in matte-black balaclavas. "The central secur
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The temporary surge from the Shaman’s Crimson Catalyst had finally burned out, leaving his muscles shaking violently from pure exhaustion. His vision threatened to blur into darkness every time he blinked, but he kept his eyes pinned to the rearview mirror.Beside him, William rested his head against the leather seat. The older man was breathing more steadily now, but the prolonged confinement and the insidious effects of the Black Shackle had taken a massive toll on his aging body. He was no longer the imposing tycoon who ruled the city’s underground; he was a convalescent clinging to the remnants of his willpower."We’re entering the perimeter," Andrew rasped, his voice barely louder than the hum of the windshield wipers.William shifted his gaze toward the window, looking at the decaying warehouses, the overflowing trash bins, and the flickering neon signs of the lawless district. "You built a sanctuary in a rat's nest, Andrew. Smart. The proud klan houses in the upper hills would
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The air in the grand hall of the Smith mansion fractured."Kill him!" Orlando shrieked, backing out of the doorway. He didn't even look like a corporate tycoon anymore; he was a terrified child hiding behind a wall of hired muscle. "What are you waiting for? He doesn't have his full strength! Look at him, he’s shaking!"The dozen mercenaries raised their submachine guns, their laser sights painting red dots across Andrew’s chest and shoulders.Before the first trigger could be pulled, Andrew moved.He didn't have the god-like, effortless speed he once possessed—the seal on his meridians was still fighting him, making his movements jagged and heavy—but his mind was perfectly clear. He dropped low, his boots sliding through the slick mixture of spilled champagne and rain water, just as a hail of lead tore through the space where his head had been.The shattered glass from the crystal chandeliers rained down like a frozen storm.Andrew drove his fist into the floorboards. He didn't chann
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I like the story but .. I need in Pilipino language ......
propose not purpose
It’s interesting but your grammatical errors takes away from it.
the story seems to be good
The story is nice... just that you did not check your mistakes in grammar
Okay so far