He felt as if the ground should open up and allow him to enter and hide. At the very least, everything will come to an end. Peace.And there will be... No More Dragging For Power.He cherished his life so damn much, and the prospect of losing it at such a young age brought tears to his eyes against his will.Perhaps his body sensed that his owner was soon gonna leave him and began reacting as early as possible in a bid to make him change his mind. But is that possible?His legs became too heavy to move. It was as if something was holding him stuck to the ground. The fear of death I guess. Tears, urine, sweat, headache, chest pain, wobbly legs, and regret. All was his.The whole elements of nature were against him. Pleading with him to repent of the action he was about to take.But his ego was as high as the sky and he cou
Of course, he chose the latter, as he always did and as his smile faded, he smirked. "Hmph! I've had enough!" He stamped his foot and raised his shoulders slightly. "If you're afraid I'll win, say so and stop beating around the bush! I'm so sick of it!" Stanley's eyes dilated and his jaws dropped. He swallowed a lump of spittle speedily and had to cough out to regain control. The first time he was so awed. Awed was actually a simple word for what he felt. Perhaps dumbstruck would fit in better. Gosh, how can anyone be so evil? He is about to die yet he keeps protecting his ego. What manner of foolishness is that? As Stanley stared at him with his deep rosy-colored eyes his urge to kill him intensified to an extent of more than a thousand degrees. His grip on the sniper rifle tightened, his face darkened and he clenched his jaw exuding a menacing murderous aura. Without saying anything else, he raised the sniper rifle to his shoulder level, placed his eyes on the scope, cocked it,
The sight left his comrades gaping. Everything about the safe was simply too beautiful to them. It was breathtakingly beautiful.In one body, gazing at one sight, his comrades divided each other into groups. Not physically but in their hearts and souls.Most loved the bullet clutching part. Others loved the young man hanging in the air part. While the rest loved how composed Lucien still was. The way he stood like a mighty lion guiding its cubs without exerting much of its strength, they knew there must be so much more where that came from.It's confirmed. He is extraordinary. That body he is walking in is just a facade. He is God.G.O.D.The sight filled their minds with even more questions and scrupulous towards Lucien. They couldn't wrap their heads around how anyone could do something like that.Impossible to believe. But the truth anyway.They looked up at the hilltop, then back at Lucien. They tried to calculate the distance with their eyes, and when they realized it should b
A smile spreads across Lucien's face as his mind dwells on the memories of his zealous days as a Falcon Regiment soldier in Foggy. He had fought and fought till he made it as the captain of the regiment. A rank he made not just by fighting but by breaking boundaries, breaking records, making history, instigating fear in enemies, defeating more than a thousand gangs, mending hearts, being a comforter and so much more. He wasn't just a captain of the regiment but a father, brother, friend, uncle, and most of all... A GOD! As captain, he climbed higher ladders and distinctively found his way into the headquarters to become who he is now, with all of the regiments at the tip of his finger. Despite this, he never stopped loving the Falcon Regiment in Foggy and mostly stayed there even though he was higher up. He loved the regiment with everything in him. Still does. It was, is, and will always be his home. A home he built a name for himself in; The ferocious, invincible, undefeatable
Mr. Corbin watches Lucien leave the company through the office surveillance camera and when he's certain Lucien is no longer there, he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding all along, and for several minutes his mind dwells on the words Lucien had just said to him before leaving. If anyone else had said those words he would have been making jest of the person by now but Lucien did and he knows his Master doesn't crack such expensive jokes so it only means that he said the truth. But how? For as long as he can remember the Villes not long ago became the wealthiest family in Virginia and still are so how can they pledge allegiance to him? Why would they do such a thing with all the power they have? And how can just him get them to do so? The Villes' history is well known throughout Virginia, but since he began searching he hasn't been able to find a clue of where Lucien is from, which means he is from another state or perhaps country so how can a stranger get the might
Unlike Mr. Corbin, who has a slew of fuck buddies, he was Clara's first and still is. Despite coming from a wealthy corrupt family, Clara had managed to train herself to be a decent lady. But her decency had been crushed the moment she laid eyes on Mr. Corbin. She had fallen head over heels in love with him on that very first day across the road. It was love at first sight. One she couldn't help. One that took away her self control. One that made her heart pant heavily against her chest and made her insides flutter. She shamelessly did everything she could to get close to him. It never mattered to her. All she knew was that she desired him and will surely have him no matter what. She was more like the guy while Mr. Corbin was the lady because she did almost everything; wooing, flirting, opening up herself, offering gifts and so much more. She was not just in love with him she got obsessed. He became the only thing she could think of. He became everything. Even when he wasn't
But despite the fact that she was in a shattered and broken state, she tried to attract his attention by doing something she felt she was certain he couldn't ignore.Something she felt she knew was appealing to him. Something she felt she knew he desired.She knew it was against her life principles. She knew what would happen if her parents and relatives found out she did such a disgusting and disrespectful thing; her position as a member of the family might be stripped off but she didn't give a fuck. All she cared about was getting Mr. Corbin back to her thighs and not letting him go.She was bent on making him hers and was going to do it at all costs. The first time she didn't care about whatever the consequences of her actions would be. She didn't need to anyway.She already knew what it was. Wasn't going to change her mind. It didn't bother her.The private section might indeed be private as the name implies but it was a bit revealing. Too revealing in fact. The securities behi
The fact that she could recognize his unsaved number on her phone with just a glance sparked her rage.She thought she'd forgotten about him. At least she felt so but when she realized that the smallest of things like a phone call that she had never valued for the past three years could cause the emotions she had buried deep within her since that day she left the club to surface, she came to the conclusion that she had been lying to herself all this while.She realized she never stopped loving him and he has been the one tormenting her dreams.She realized that her hatred for him for the past three years was merely a pretense to mask her feelings for him. It was now crystal clear.She despised the fact that she could still love him after everything he did to her. "But what exactly did he do to me?" She had immediately asked herself.As the question popped into her mind it brought back memories of the first day she met him.The day it all began.It was a cold but bright morning. A fi