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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 Price of Blood
"Take my blood!" Julius shouted. "My blood type is the same as Grandpa's!" Doctors and nurses rushed around him, their faces filled with worry. "Mr. Julius , donating 1200 ml is extremely dangerous. Under normal circumstances, blood donation is limited to 200–400 milliliters. The amount you are planning to donate has far exceeded the safe range. You could risk losing your life because of it!" A nurse warned, "We can't—" "I can!" Julius's voice was firm. The nurses exchanged worried glances before beginning the procedure. Julius barely flinched when the needle pierced his vein, his gaze fixed on the unconscious form of his wife's grandfather. The man who had saved his life years ago, who had taken him in when he was nothing more than a broken warrior, and who had given him a family he'd never had. "You’re pushing your body." One nurse warned, concern evident in her voice, “You may experience severe dizziness, weakness—" "I don't care," Julius interrupted, his l
Blood Thirst: God of War Bleeding Heart
Julius lay on the hospital bed, his arm outstretched as the blood slowly drained out of him, drop by precious drop. His wife was sitting in a chair next to him like a vulture waiting for the last breath of a dying animal. “Nurse!” Quella snapped, “Why is it taking so long? Can't you hurry up the process, Kenny is still so pale.” The nurse checked Julius’ condition, and her panic rose. “We have already drawn 300ml more than the critical limit, and if we take any more, his health will be—” “Oh, please! I didn't ask for your advice. Julius was a soldier before, so his body can tolerate it. He is not made of glass that would shatter, so just do what I say!” She turned to him, shooting daggers. “Don't just lie there like a statue, you pig! Tell her that you can give more! Kenny needs it.” As if Kenneth ever not needed anything! He whispered remembering his childhood. Kenneth was the golden child, the one who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, while he was only given
Blood Thirst: God of War Funeral
As Julius's body gradually succumbed to the darkness, his pulse grew weaker and weaker, its frequency almost disappearing into the void. After the two individuals left, the nurse on her rounds pushed open the door and immediately noticed something was wrong with Julius. She quickly shouted and had him rushed to the resuscitation room. In the resuscitation room, the doctors surrounded Julius, various instruments (emitting urgent beeps), and they performed rescue measures with lightning speed: chest compressions, defibrillation, a series of operations carried out smoothly. However, Julius's heart rate was like a meteor falling from the sky, rapidly sliding towards zero. The doctor's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the nurse beside him was also busy handing over various instruments. But when the doctor was about to give the blood transfusion order, he was told that the hospital did not have enough blood in stock at the moment. Everyone's heart instantly s
Blood Thirst: God of War Divorce
Julius was shocked after hearing the name, Kenneth Colton!? How the hell did that happen? There was something fishy, he quickly scanned everyone's faces to see any sign of surprise, but nobody was going to say anything. To them, Kenneth was a hero! A kind hearted man who was ready to do anything for anyone, while Julius was just a loser. A wounded mule wasn't even good for carrying weight. But unlike everyone else, Mr. Gracia had never trusted Kenneth even for a second! However, before he could have objected, Quella sneered. “What do you think you are looking at, you mutt? Do you really think that my Grandfather would never come back to his senses and you could keep fooling him forever! No! After Kenneth donated his blood to him, he must have realized the difference between a fox and a lion!” “What the hell are you saying Quella? How can grandpa change his Will inside the operation theatre? And you're forgetting one thing: he is not Mr. Garcia’s grandson-in-law! I am! Because
Blood Thirst: God of War I found you
"I finally found you, Julius.”His sharp gaze landed on the woman who had spoken, still holding her umbrella over his head. Her smooth tan skin was glowing and her long, dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. A brown trench coat was draped over a silk dress, far too elegant for this part of town. Clearly, she didn’t belong here. “Excuse me, but how—” This was the moment he met her black eyes, and his question shifted instantly. “Have we met before?” The woman’s lips lifted into a radiant smile. “I knew you would recognize me! I don't know if you still remember it, but you saved me on the battlefield once. I never got to hear your name, but I heard them call you the Julius.” Julius stared at her, as his mind tried to sift through the memories. “I’ve been searching for you for seven years. I know it’s a long shot, but I wanted to find you, and repay the kindness you showed me. Will you come with me?” Julius let out a chuckle, mocking himself while gesturing at
Blood Thirst: God of War Loan Sharks
The air in the banquet hall shifted the moment the heavy oak doors slammed open. A group of tall, muscular men strode in, their presence like a pack of hyenas barging into a lion’s den… except they clearly thought they were the lions here. The guests stiffened, instinctively pulling back as the uninvited newcomers spread out, their smirks full of arrogance and malice. Miley’s father rose to his feet, his face paling. "Who are you people? What do you want?" The man in front chuckled, cracking his knuckles. "Relax, old man. No need to be so jumpy." His voice was as slick as oil, his grin revealing gold-capped teeth. "We're just here to collect what’s ours." He gestured lazily to his men, all dressed in black, their beady eyes scanning the room like vultures sizing up a dying carcass. "Y-You’re from the ‘Eighteen Street’ gang?" Miley’s mother gasped, clutching her husband's sleeve. "Sharp lady," the leader smirked. "Since you already know who we are, let's not waste time. Your
Blood Thirst: God of War The Blood Eagle
The gang leader was sprawled across the table, coughing and gasping, struggling to get some air. Julius had loosened his grip, but hadn't let go completely. The leader's men stood frozen in their places, their eyes jumping like ping-pong balls between their boss, and the man who had single-handedly brought them to their knees, without even breaking a sweat. The leader's trembling hand clutched at the edge of the table as he tried to regain his composure. The terror in his eyes was visible, despite all his attempts. “Who the hell are you?” he rasped. Julius didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t need to. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small metallic ring, and placed it on the table in front of the gang leader. The moment the leader's eyes landed on it, all color drained from his face. His body stiffened as if he had been turned to stone. His lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, his breathing grew rapid and uneven, like a cornered rat realizing the c
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Tides turned
Julius was in the backseat of the black car, looking sideways out of the tinted windows. The glow from his phone screen illuminated his face, but his expression remained unreadable. Miley sat beside him in silence, casting worried glances at him, but Julius was looking more self- assured than ever. He tapped a single contact on his phone, which was an encrypted line. The call connected after one ring.“This is the God of War. You must have seen the articles, just initiate full sweep. I want every article, every post, every scrap of that trash gone. Everywhere.”The voice on the other end replied instantly, no questions asked. “Understood, sir.”Julius ended the call and leaned back, catching Miley's eye and gave a half-smile.“Now, it's time to show them who owns the board.”---At the Garcia Mansion, the fragrance of fresh roses was spread in Quella's bedroom, as two figures huddled on the bed under the warm candle light. Kenneth was sprawled in bed, trying to catch his breath, a
The scammer?
Kenneth leaned in the plush leather seat of the parked Mercedes, one ankle crossed over his knee as he scrolled through his phone. The glow of the screen illuminated his beady eyes, casting shadows across his face. A satisfied smirk formed on his face as he reviewed the footage one final time. He tapped a contact and lifted the phone to his ear. "Good!” He purred the moment the line connected. "Now post it. And make damn sure it is at the top of all the trends… I’m not paying you for nothing." The call ended and Kenneth exhaled, leaning his head back against the seat. "Didn’t I tell you, honeyplum?" He turned to Quella beside him, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “That I will make him pay." Quella gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, giving him a seductive smile. Without a word, she leaned into him, her head resting against his shoulder, pressing her breasts against his arm that drew a low chuckle from him. "Yes, baby!” She cooed, her fingers tracing
