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Blood Thirst: God of War Misunderstanding?
Julius heard the sudden crash from inside the house, sounding suspiciously like the sound of glass shattering and hurried footsteps. His muscles tensed, and he turned sharply, ready to bolt inside.His hand was hovering over the doorknob that led to the inner hall, fingers twitching with the urge to push through… but his legs stopped as he realized something. Maybe, what he was assuming to be an external threat was actually Miley? Maybe he had misjudged the situation. Maybe, Miley had indeed knocked something over, but not by accident. Maybe, she was trying to vent out her frustration with him… And if he barged in right now, it would only add fuel to the fire. He had hurt her, that much was clear. His rejection had been clear, and he might have become too cold while making it clear that there could never be anything between them. But it would end up being in her favor, right?She saw him as her protector… as someone she could trust with her safety, and he had taken advantage of
Blood Thirst: God of War Fight
Julius caught the man's wrist an inch from Miley's throat, bones crushing under his grip as he clattered to the floor. But the moment the knife clattered to the floor and turned towards Miley. He helped her to the couch and made her sit, before he turned his attention towards the assassin, eyes glowing with pent-up rage. “How dare you even think about hurting her, when you already know that she is in my protection?” Julius roared, punching the man on his neck. But before he could have gotten a response from the man he was punching relentlessly, a sound echoed from the back; “We can dare about many things! Do you really wanna try us, God of war!” With that question echoing in the confines of the dome- shaped room, five more men emerged from their hiding places, within the shadows of the room. They were masked and armed, ready for the mission after successfully breaking into their home. Before Julius could react, one of them darted past him and grabbed Miley by the waist, lift
Blood Thirst: God of War Safe?!
Holding her close to himself, Julius carried Miley to the bedroom, entrusting his men with the wounded assassins and protecting the mansion. However, Miley had retreated into a state of shock… she stayed still like a statue, shivering involuntarily even when he brought her to her bedroom, back into familiar and safe surroundings. “You should have some water first…”Julius poured her a glass of water, but she didn't take the glass which he was holding right in front of her face. “Miley? Are you listening…?”Miley stayed frozen for a few moments before she got to her feet without any warning. Staring at the empty space before her, she screamed and stumbled backward, her eyes wide with terror. Her knees gave way, and she collapsed, sliding to the floor.“Miley…!”Julius said, jumping up to catch her as fast as he could. He caught her in his arms, picking her up before he set her down gently on the bed. Miley’s breaths were becoming shallow, her face getting pale with every second. J
Blood Thirst: God of War Keeping Watch
Miley didn’t remember when she had drifted off to sleep. The last thing she remembered was stepping out of the shower. Although her mind was still quite rattled from the chaos, she was feeling a little better after following Julius' suggestion. By that time, a cup of hot chocolate was not waiting at her bedside. Julius must have left it there for her. Miley was sure that after being so close to being abducted in her own home, there was no way she would be able to get a wink of sleep tonight. But still, the hot chocolate was tempting and she did take a few sips after sliding under her covers. When her eyelids began to droop, her mind was focusing on the steady sound of his footsteps pacing outside her door, letting it soothe her frazzled nerves. Just like he said, he would be keeping watch over her.And somehow, even in sleep, she trusted him. The next time she opened her eyes, she could hear the very same sound in the background. At first, she thought her mind must be stuck in
Blood Thirst: God of War Regret?
The lady who had spoken up was none other than Penelope Denver; a popular socialite in her twenties, who was now approaching her sixties with the same arrogance as her youth. Mrs. Denver’s voice rang through the crowd once again, as she fixed her gaze on Julius, recognizing him instantly. “Well, I suppose charity begins at home! Though I never imagined it would extend to letting just anyone into such esteemed company." The woman’s fingers, covered in rubies, were wrapped around a champagne flute, her eyes narrowed at Julius.She was an old friend of the late Mr. Garcia, Quella’s grandfather. And she had always resented Julius presence, ever since Mr. Garcia had chosen Julius for his granddaughter, instead of Penelope’s son. She didn't think her son's gambling habits were a good enough reason to reject him, even though the man had buried his whole family under poker debts and court orders.But just because the generational wealth had gone, it didn't mean the generational pride an
Blood Thirst: God of War Shame?
Quella’s fingers rested lightly on Kenneth’s arm, apparently, she wasn't done yapping yet. Miley’s lips twitched, but she suppressed her smile. She knew Quella was trying to push her buttons, and using any excuse to provoke her. Two could play at this game, she thought as she took a slow sip from her glass, nodding with wide eyes as if she had been convinced, and was now listening to every word with rapt attention. And Quella was really enjoying the feeling of superiority. “Maybe, it's not that you don't have anything to show off. I mean, not everyone is as blessed, but confidence can make up for some of the things you lack, you know? Kenneth says he loves confidence in a woman. ALL the REAL men do, after all. Isn’t that right, darling?”Her jab was clearly directed towards Julius, who simply rolled his eyes. Meanwhile, Kenneth gave a smug nod. “Confidence is everything in a woman! And listen, Miley! If someone is preventing you from expressing yourself the way you like, maybe th
Blood Thirst: God of War Avenge me!
Quella didn’t say a single word throughout the whole elevator ride. As they approached the basement parking, she stormed toward the car without looking back, channeling all her frustration, fury and humiliation into her feet as she stomped forcefully. Her cheeks were dry but her eyes were glassy with unshed tears, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to maintain her composure in front of the hotel staff. Her arms were swinging stiffly at her sides, she was suddenly extremely aware of the fact that every eye in the building was on her… that everyone was whispering about her.That they all knew about her secrets… it wss unbearable to think that they were all laughing at her humiliation! For the first time in her life, she was walking without noticing the admiring glances thrown her way, tossing her hair… because the shame of having anyone's eyes on her, was unbearable! As soon as the car door opened, she slid into the back seat, arms wrapped tightly around herself.
Blood Thirst: God of War Homefront Horizon
The rooftop bloomed back to life once the storm had passed.Waiters floated around as guests looked up expectantly murmurs soft and approving as Julius took the podium. The city’s majestic skyline spread out behind him, but everyone's attention was fixed on the tall figure in a navy suit. And even though he was completely a new face for some people standing there, his expression, his build and his self-assured attitude was making everyone believe that he completely belonged there.“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!” Julius began, his voice calm but firm. “Thank you for being here today, and for your patience. I know it hasn’t been the quietest gathering, but I hope to make it a meaningful one.”Soft chuckles rippled through the crowd.“My name is Julius Colton, and today, I would like to introduce something very close to my heart: Project Homefront Horizon. A special project that I would like to start, under the Hammonds Corporation; dedicated to the veterans of the Special Fo
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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
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The car hummed softly along the winding country road, the estate drawing closer with every turn. Inside the car, finally the atmosphere was warm, almost comfortable, a stark contrast to the chaos they'd left behind at Lawrence Hall.Finally they have managed to leave the tension, fear, anxiety, disgust and fear behind them and move forward with relief that they were safe.Or else Julius would never have been able to forgive himself, if anything would have happened to Miley, on the other hand Miley was slowly getting relaxed with the assurance that she was with Julius and till she is with him, nothing is going to happen to her, he won't let anything happen to her.This was when Julius, suddenly handed her a thermos, saying;Here! Take this and try to drink it slowly, you will feel a little better, I know what happened earlier was something neither of us are going to forget till our lives, but I still want you to try to forget about everything and just focus on the part that you are saf
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Outside the conference center, the early evening air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain.Miley hugged herself against the breeze as they waited near Julius's car. His security team moved efficiently around them, coordinating, reporting, clearing the path for them to leave. Yet Julius stayed by Miley’s side, not more than a step away, his posture protective without being overbearing."You cold?" he asked casually, glancing at her from the corner of his eye."A little," Miley admitted.Without a word, Julius shrugged off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders. The fabric was still warm from his body, and it swallowed her frame, but she didn’t have it in her to protest. She looked up at him, surprised by the simple gesture."Thanks," she said quietly.He grunted a little, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets. "You can thank me later. Preferably after you stop looking like you’re about to collapse."Miley chuckled under her breath. "I’m fine, really.""You always sa
Fate!
The stunned silence broke when one of the attackers roared in anger and charged at Miley, his palm raised to strike her across the face, with the complete intention of slapping her hard, for the daring she was showing in front of them.Miley instinctively flinched, her arms raising to shield herself.But the slap never landed, and how could it, because in the blink of an eye, Julius was there. His hand shot out, catching the attacker’s wrist mid air with a bone-jarring grip. His eyes blazed with fury as he tightened his hold, forcing the man to his knees with a sickening crack."You think you can touch her even in your wildest dreams?" Julius growled, his voice low and lethal.“ Do you really think that no one is standing behind her, do you really assume that she is all alone by herself, or do you really think you could imagine hurting her, without even knowing who actually holds her back?”With a sharp flick, he threw the man’s arm back, sending him crashing into a line of chairs. T
Iron rod
The Lawrence Hall, which was supposed to be buzzing with celebration and ideas, had turned into a warzone. The grand banners of the Female Entrepreneurs’ Summit fluttered weakly under the whirring air vents, their messages of empowerment and progress now bitterly ironic. Armed men patrolled the marbled floor like vultures circling prey, while nearly forty women, all bound and gathered like cattle, sat along the marbled floor under the barrels of loaded rifles. The air was thick with fear, and the scent of sweat and expensive perfume mingled into something nauseating.Every male security guard and staff member had been dealt with already, and now lay unconscious by the exits and staircases. The attackers; twenty-five masked men, all armed and speaking in clipped, foreign accents, had taken full control.Their movements were sharp, mechanical, and practiced. This wasn’t random, or a coincidence. The ambush was planned from start to finish. That much was clear, but their agenda was
Stand by!
Since the moment Miley had kissed Julius on his birthday, something had shifted—and not just between them. The tension that once simmered beneath the surface had burst open like a dam, and now, in its place, there was complete silence. A week had gone by, and Miley had skillfully managed to dodge every attempt made by Julius to talk, meet, or even casually bump into her. At first, Julius tried to be patient. He reasoned with himself that she might need space—that maybe the kiss had been impulsive and she regretted it. But by the seventh morning, he was done playing the fool. So when he saw her strolling into the hallway in her satin night suit, arms raised in a lazy stretch, her hair tousled from sleep and a faint yawn escaping her lips, he decided it was time. She froze mid-step when she noticed him standing there, arms crossed, leaning casually against the wall. Julius didn’t say anything at first. He just stared. Miley blinked at him and frowned, trying to walk past him, but aft
Happy Birthday
Julius had barely taken a moment to catch his breath, when the sound of footsteps alerted him to the presence of someone. However, before he could get panicked and act, he realized it wasn't more goons, but just the guests who had gathered around the corridor after hearing the commotion, their murmurs rising with every second. The sight of two groaning men on the floor and Julius standing over them like a storm personified was something none of them had expected at a birthday party.Someone had just given Miley a hand; and now, she was standing to the side, visibly shaken, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if trying to hold herself together. Her hair was disheveled, her cheek slightly bruised where she had fallen earlier. Julius turned toward her, concern written all over his face, but before he could reach her, Laura’s shrill voice cut through the tension.“And who exactly is this girl? And what sort of company does she keep, I wonder? Any decent woman would know better t
Unreasonable
“You’ve always been uneducated, classless, and an idiot!” Quella shrieked, her voice cracking with fury. “But you’ve truly lost all shame today, Julius!”The ballroom had quieted once more, heads turning toward the escalating chaos between Julius and his former wife. Laura was still on the floor, wincing and trying to gather herself, while Quella stood firm—her voice the only thing piercing the heavy air.“How dare you push my mother-in-law like that!” she screamed, flinging a hand toward Laura. “Has that girl really done some kind of magic on you? You’ve completely lost your consciousness!”Julius didn’t even look at her. His eyes scanned the crowd, desperate and unfocused. He had only one thought now—Where is Miley?“Oh, I see what this is!” Quella sneered. “That’s why you’re after Kenneth, isn’t it? You think that if you send him to jail, I’ll come crying into your arms?”She laughed, bitter and mocking. “Grow up, Julius! Who even thinks like that? Teenagers? Children? You really t
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
