It was late at night when the Harpers arrived home. Hermione has been out of it since the discussion she had with Dr. Lydia. That f*cking bitch.She dropped her bag on the sofa and also collapsed her butt on it in deep, angry thoughts.Madeline just walked past them and headed toward the stairs straight to her room without an ounce of care.Harold furrowed his brows at Hermione's sudden attitude. He didn't get it. Sean complained to him about how she's been staring at Dylan all through the event. He wasn't happy about it and of course, he understood so he decided to confront her by asking, "Why are you being so worked up about Dylan, Hermione? You shouldn't concern yourself about what he does anymore."Madame Sharon let out a harsh breath with a pouty expression and complained like she's been doing in the car. "I can't believe how this event went. I felt like an unimportant guest. Like a ghost. I thought being invited to this event was a step up the pyramid but I couldn't even get any

"Shit!"Dylan cursed he ran for his life with Azure King beside him. The bullets were just throwing at different places but they kept running, hoping it didn't target them.Azure King finally got to a blue SUV car waiting for him and opened the passenger seat before shouting, "Get in!"Without wasting any time, Dylan got in and Azure King followed, then he slammed the door shut. "Ok, drive."The car started and it sped away.Dylan held the arm that was hit by a bullet and his face contorted at the pain that shot through his body."You're seriously bleeding." Azure King made it known as he looked at his bloodied arm.Then princess Mane hollered as she drove, "I do not want my car stained with blood. It'll be hard to clean."Dylan could only scoff and looked away out the window as they drove past different people and things."So as my father thought, there's someone targeting you, but who?" Azure King began the serious conversation that got Dylan's attention.Dylan looked at him with an

It was a new day but not a bright and pleasant one for Madame Sharon.She came down the stairs still in her pajamas looking weary and unkempt. Her head was pounding seriously and she felt weak so she needed to get a glass of water to take a relief medicine.Hermione, already dressed up for work and eating a sandwich for breakfast, was shocked to see her mom looking – abnormal. She always made sure she looked enticing every single time.So she asked, "Are you okay, mom? You look sick."Madame Sharon could only sigh. She went to get a glass of water and she drank her medicine.She was sure it wasn't a dream though.Her phone in her hand suddenly began ringing. She looked at the caller ID and saw it was unknown but she picked it up anyway, "Hello. Who's this?""Hi, Madame Sharon." She heard a familiar female voice. "You miss me?"Madame Sharon blinked, beginning to lose her stamina. "Wh…what?""It's me. The girl you killed. Ravenna."Madame Sharon gasped, moved backward in shock and fear

Staring at Dylan in complete shock, cold sweat trickled down Dean's forehead as his father kept shouting in his ears."We're completely screwed, Dean! It's over for us!"Dean opened his mouth to ask something, but through the phone, he heard the sound of a siren, followed by the sound of hard knocks. Then he heard the police officers asking his father to come to the station for an investigation.Suddenly, his legs went jelly and his phone fell and smashed on the ground.Jacques looked at him with a frown on his face. "What the hell is going on, man? You look like someone who has seen a ghost."Dean kept his eyes on Dylan, his face completely pale and his whole being uneasy. "Wh…what did you do? How did you…"Dylan replied with a sneer. "What do you think, Dean? Just like how my life went POOF abruptly, I decided to return the favor. That's what it means to have such a turnaround in life. Don't worry, I understand what you're going through now.""What's going on here?" Jordan asked, fe

Madame Jenna Owens, the aunt of Lord Nigel Owens arrived at his office looking very serious and ready for an argument. She forced a smile on her face as she looked at Lord Owens who leaned against his swivel chair prepared for her incessant controversy.She was becoming like a broken record.She dragged a chair and sat down with her legs all crossed, protruding a mighty feeling that could make anyone sink. But not Lord Owens.She was elegant but her old age was already visible in her appearance. Though she was still a strong woman who was always ready for a fight. "I didn't want to waste my time coming here, Nigel but you gave me no choice." She began and continued, "I don't know how much I can keep persuading you, Nigel. I'm trying to tell you what's good for us, for you, but why aren't you seeing it?""Seeing what? Aunt, you keep saying the same thing and I keep telling you the same thing. Apex Conglomerate is not mine. I'm only keeping it…""For the rightful owner. I get it, Nigel