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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "I will kill Madam!!!"
"For how long would he have to stay. It's been almost a week."Michael, who was also known as Matthew asked. He was staring keenly at the doctor who obviously had the answer to his question. "He is fine now, Mr Matthew.""Michael is a preferable name."Michael corrected the doctor, even though that wasn't so necessary. "Yes, Mr Michael. Your brother is fine. He can go home with you today."A ray of light swept across Michael's face at that news. A ray of hope. He was quite happy to have been told that by the doctor and he didn't hide it,"Thank you very much. I have cleared out the bills. Thanks for your expertise."Michael reached out his hands to change the doctor. The doctor took his hand. Michael shook the hand so roughly that the doctor struggled to pull away. He was about to leave when the doctor called,"This might seem off the topic. But I have been curious. I hope you don't take this wrongly."As soon as the doctor came to a pause, Michael's eyes squinted in curiosity. If h
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "My Necklace..."
"If you don't think I'm going out of line, Mia."One of her bodyguards raised a question. Mia was settled down in a couch. She was taking a luxury position. "What's that?"She looked up at him."Do you like him or are you just leading him on?"The man asked. Immediately the man asked the question, he dropped his gaze as though he didn't mean to ask the question in the first place. "Him who?"Mia had looked away from him. He pushed his head back up. "I mean the youngest of the Casper family."The bodyguard stressed. Mia took a deep breath. The deep breath was enough to raise concerns of the guard. "Since when did we talk about my personal life?"She scolded. "I'm sorry. Pretend I didn't ask. I'll just leave now."He turned to leave. "What if I don't want to pretend?"She held unto the argument. The man had no choice but to turn back to her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ---""What do you think of him?"Mia cut the man short. "Huh..."It was as though he was caught off guard. As
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Will you be my wife..."
Mia drove into and towards the space of the MANGRID tower. As soon as the call pulled over, and she reached out to get the door of the Maybach, she saw Villian walking towards her. For a moment, she hesitated to step out after getting the door. Even if she wanted to, Villian had caught up with her. "Come with me, I'll take you to where he is."Villian said as soon as he got to her. Mia stepped out of the car eventually. Her bodyguard stepped out too. As soon as Villian led the way, the bodyguard followed Mia. All of a sudden, Villian stopped walking and turned. "He can't come with us. My boss made sure to stress that he wants to speak with you alone."Villian stressed. "This is bullshit, Mia. How can he wants to see you alone late at this night? And he's not even leading you inside the apartment, he is taking you through the corner towards where I don't know. And you don't want me to come? You really think I will ---""That's enough."Mia cut her bodyguard short. The fellow didn'
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A scandal
"Are you alright?"That might be the fifth time she would be asking the same question. Alves took a second out to look away from the road. He was driving. Villian had offered to drive the both of them, but Alves had insisted on driving her home. To some extent, he could understand why she was quite worried about him. To think that he was hurt by the pendant and then driving her home in the same condition. If the case was reversed, he would be worried too. "You shouldn't worry about me, Mia."He looked back at the road. He had instructed the AI in the car. He didn't have to worry about driving her to her place. All he had to do was follow the clear instructions given by the AI. "Why would you say that? You just hurt yourself and I shouldn't worry. That's why I don't like this masculine trait. It's too toxic for my liking."She took a pause. There was a silly expression sitting in Alves' face. "I mean if a lady feels in a particular way, she would be sincere and honest. But y'all ar
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Is she your first love?"
Villian ran into his way to block him in the hallway. Alves had no choice but to halt. Villian was standing in his way. He had scarcely chosen what to do when Villian suddenly dropped on his knees. "Boss, I understand that you are annoyed by that fool. But please don't step out of the tower. If you do, it will only complicate things. The media cannot see you exchanging words with that fool. If they do, I'm not sure of what next would make the headline."Alves stared at Villian throughout the argument. He didn't utter a word nor make a sound. After a while of staring at Villian whose head was to the floor, he resumed walking, walking past him. When Villian realised that Alves had walked past, he junmed back on his feet. But this time, he followed Alves without complaining. As soon as he catch up with Alves,"Bring him to the Pavilion."Alves instructed Villian then walked through the secret door which led out of the tower to the Pavilion. Villain could not ask the numerous questi
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "But for now, I want to use him"
"I do hope you handle this without suffering a smear on your celibate and publicly revered reputation."The Prime Minister got up on his feet and Mia did the same. She bowed gently to the P.M. who nodded then walked off the couch. The P.M. was led by his personal assistant towards the office door. The man who always wore a white suit, got the door and the P.M. turned to Mia for the last time. He spared her a smile then stepped out. Mia headed towards the door and stepped out too. "Forgive my manners, Your excellency. But because of the burden of duty, I wouldn't be able to see you off."Mia called at the P.M. who was surrounded by his entourage. "Silly you, get back to work. What would a few seconds walk/work do?"The P.M. chuckled then resumed walking. As soon as he turned away from Mia, his smiley face grew cold and tough again. Mia walked back into her office and hurried towards her workspace. She settled down into the chair and picked the receiver of the telephone. She punch
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Mia is not my type."
"What do you have to say about the article and the pictures of you flying around on the Internet?"One of the reporters asked from amongst the ocean of reporters who were flashing lights at her, waiting for her to answer their questions. Mia stared at the reporter who had asked the question then plucked her gaze. As soon as she looked away, she leaned forward towards the mic and spoke into it,"Could someone ask that same question in a more thoughtful way?"She asked. Her dismissal of the lady reporter who had asked question earlier quickly built a sort of an argument which didn't last long. As many reporters flashed lights, concentrating the camera on her, some were struggling to have their voices head. Out of the blue she pointed at a young man who didn't push amongst the rest. The man was actually shocked to had been picked by her. It was as though he was not expecting the call. The man slowly got up on his feet. He looked slowly around. It was as though he was shy or reserved.
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A fair Game!
There was an unusual silence in the Maybach. The car was travelling at a reasonable speed. Not too fast, not too slow. Villian would look occasionally at Alves who was seated alone at the back of the car. Villian was driving, Alves was behind. "Pull over, I want to take fresh air."Alves called all of a sudden. Villian didn't think about it twice. He pulled over by the roadside on the hanging bridge. Before he could jump out to get the door, Alves had stepped out. Alves walked towards an iron railing and leaned on it, looking at the passing cars which were beneath the bridge. "Keep your distance."He snapped at Villian who was trying to close the pace. Villian knew too well to come closer. He only stood by the car, his gaze thrown at Alves. Villian had a lot to say. It was scribbled in his face. It was just the matter of time before he would speak. But first thing he needed was an audience or a go ahead. The chances of getting either of the two from Alves was very slim. Suddenly
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"Hi! I'm the anonymous!"
News began to spread across Grimmings about the mystery of the newly discovered Dragon King and mysterious Trillionaire. The news started as still and random as the flowing breeze, until there was a twist which made it hostile, raging like a ferocious wind across Grimming Hills. "That can't be true." Someone said to the people who surrounded him. "The dragon King? He is who?" The same person carried on the argument. "You were not listening?! I said that he was the same person as the son-in-law of the Casper mansion!" The lady who was the centre of attention, said. "What!" Almost everyone who was encircled in that group exclaimed at the discovery. "How is that even possible? It does not make any sense." Someone argued passionately. "That was the same thing I thought in the first place, but for no reason, things started to play out." "But we only just discovered that the dragon King is alive. It hadn't even been more than twenty minutes ago since the press meeting ended! How coul
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"Alves?!"
Inside the Casper mansion, there were a couple of people gathered in the living room. They all had their eyes glued to the screen of the TV. Their facial reactions emphasised how absorbed and engulfed they were by whatever was going on on the screen. "Why does it feel like I'll die of curiosity?" Michael muttered, almost falling off his seat. "My heart will be ripped open." Simeon had few of his fingers over his lips in anticipation. "I can't breathe." Their sister was trying to divide her attention between not looking and looking. Madam Casper was seated in her special chair, staring sternly at the screen. Her gaze was locked in as though she would be paid handsomely for the attention squandered. No, invested!On the screen of the TV, there was an explosion at the entrance of the media train, and everyone was waiting, watching with their hearts in their mouths. A man dressed in an entire that wasn't typical of the modern era walked into the media train. There was a black mask on
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"I present to you..."
The Prime Minister walked briskly into the media train. There were all several screens set up. As soon as he stepped into the designated area, all the cameras and lightening whirred in his direction. His face was supplanted in the chain of screens, which looked like a cinema. There was hardly anyone on the media train. The cameras seemed to have the mind of their own, zooming in at intervals on the face and other parts of the Prime Minsiter. "Now you are live." A robotic voice said in the train. The Prime Minister took two steps forward into the stream of limelight. "I'm sure that everyone knows who I am." He started. "I am the Prime Minister of this great country, Grimming Hills." He continued. "There has been a lot happening in this country ever since I assumed the position. Though most of them have been significant changes and growth in the economic sector of the country, some of them have been a little concerning." "At least, so it started in the past few months until recen
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"That's if it was a human."
Alves was waiting patiently for the arrival of the Prime Minister. No matter how much he tried to dissuade himself from worrying about the punk who had claimed to have his full picture, he just couldn't get the thoughts off his head. He got up from the couch and walked towards the door again. "When did the media get here? I mean, it hasn't even been a minute since the news was broadcast. How could they have arrived here in such a sort space of time?" He murmured, looking through the door. He walked out of the door and headed towards the gate. He was in the compound of the tower. No matter how zealous and intentional the media personnel were, they could never break in. "We are here to meet with the mystery man!" A voice called from outside the compound. "Please, we would love to have a word with you, sir.""Please come answer some of our questions." "We know you are in..."Alves could hear the people calling at him. Leaving the compound premises wouldn't be much of a hassle for h
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The Dragon King.
The flaps of giant wings preceeded the wave of wild wind, which swept across Huthi Farmland. The dragon descended at the front of the two bamboo stalks which served as the portal to the parallel world. "What the hell?" Alves was reluctant to climb down from the back of the dragon. It had been clouds and clouds when they travelled from the place where they left the Supreme Majesty. To suddenly find himself back at Grimming Hills was something he could never have anticipated. "Why did I find myself here? Why didn't I return to the Kingdom? What happened? Is this the doings of the Supreme Majesty?" The dragon pushed its head forward till it touched touched the earth. Alves climbed down from its back. "Did I really fly from like two worlds to Huthi under an hour?" He heard the wings of the dragon flap. The Supreme Majesty had told him that the dragon was his spiritual pet. He still didn't know what that really meant. The dragon lifted itself from the earth, and off it flew, as
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"Your Spiritual Pet."
"What is sleep?"The Supreme Majesty asked again, waking Alves from his sleep. Alves sat up suddenly. He looked around him. It was as though he was making an effort to understand what was happening."What causes sleep?"The question came again, and he looked in the direction of the voice. Seeing the Supreme Majesty, he looked around him again. He was in a strange area. Clouds surrounded the both of them, yet the earth was rocky beneath him. He slowly got up on his feet. The Supreme Majesty had his back to him. Alves took careful steps towards the divine creature. "Where am I?""Where are we?"Alves asked intermittently. "What is this place?"When he looked to his front again, the Supreme Majesty was no longer there. Alves was neither surprised nor flustered. He had grown to acknowledge wonders like that. "Do not play the word game, Son."The voice came from behind him this time. He turned to look. "Why do you keep asking me what causes sleep? And what does sleep mean?"Alves arg
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"...I'll do it. It's why I'm here..."
Warm hands were wrapped around his arm as he was led towards the lake. He couldn't make them stop. He didn't want to. They led him into the water. He took a few steps, pushing the water with his knees. That was how much he had been gobbled up by depth of that part of the lake. When he looked down to see, he could see the depth of the lake so plainly and clearly. The lake was crystal clear. The base of the lake was fine. No stone, no speckle. Just pure white sand. He looked to the front and couldn't find any sort of creature in the lake. No fish, no matter how small. Not even a fingerling. When warm palms glid down his arms and chest, that was when he was knocked back to the reality, which was quickening and pacing. The ladies were rubbing his arms and chest. They were scooping water and washing him. He wanted to argue with them, but then he recalled that it was the man from the hall who must have given them the guts to do that. He decided to go along with whatever they had in mi
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
The Emerald Prince.
"What causes sleep?"A voice zoomed to Alves as soon his eyes opened. He sat up and looked around him. At first, he didn't see who was talking, but when he looked again, there was an old but lanky man standing not far from him. The man had white flowing beards, which were in knots. His hair was snowy white with strands of blacks. "Do you have an idea, dear son?"The man turned away from him and walked towards something that looked like a throne. A shiny throne carved out of red gold. Alves had never seen anything of such elegance and beauty. The sight alone was breathtaking. HE JUST CALLED ME SON?Though Alves' mind was busy admiring the qualities and beauty of the Palace, he didn't trade the important details. Alves watched the old yet young man settle into the thrown. He quickly looked around him if there was any other person in the Palace. There was no one in sight. His only company was the strange old man. DID THOSE WINGED CREATURES BRING ME HERE? IS HE THE SUPREME MAJESTY? MY
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Fragrances
"I'll kill you! You are dead!!!"Alves yelled as he kept falling and falling till THUD, his body hit the hot and thick surface of the body of lava. "Oh Lord. Oh God. I'm dead."He started to fight his way, trying to do whatever he could to get out of the thick and sticky body of liquid. "Do something you fucking, Ri. Fucking do something! Where is the hidden weapon I would be able to use in a difficult time?"In the middle of his bickers and yelling, something quite strange hit him. "Huh?"For a moment, he stopped fighting and kicking. "Wait a minute."He pulled one of his hands out of the thick liquid. "What's happening?"He turned the sticky hand to this side and that side. "Nothing is happening. No pain? No scar? No heat?"He couldn't believe his eyes. He tried to move his body in the lava. He turned around and saw how fiery and scary the lava seemed from distance. Moving to this side and that, he felt no pain. It felt like he was drowning in mud. Instead of a lava. "Is thi
