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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Death row in-mates
Alves watched and observed closely the look on Madam's face when she had a taste of the sumptuous mucus grilled with blood. What crawled up her face was more than shock. It was as though she had seen more than a ghost. Alves didn't know when last he felt so soothed and happy after these long years. Seeing that look on Madam face was more than Utopia to him. Of course he was a realistic person. He knew what he has just brought upon himself by going to that length. He knew what was bound to happen. He knew that there would be a shower of more and more misery on him. Yet, he allowed himself to bask in the strong rays of those soothing and intoxicating feelings teasing his nerves. Before he gets drenched and drown.Suddenly he noticed Madam losing her balance and was falling away. She collapsed. She must have been very irritated. Alves knew that she would never get over something like this. He had just stepped on the tail of a cobra. While Madam was falling away, the two cops from ear
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Allow me to use my fork..."
If there was light, it might had been a different story. But the fact that there was no light complicated things. The first thing Alves felt was a heavy punch in his stomach. He wished he anticipated it. If he did anticipate, his sense and mind would had been ready for such ruthless impact. But he wasn't. That was one of the benefits of light which he was suffering from in that unbecoming state. "Pass him here."He felt a very rough hand pull his leg, snatching him from the chest of a burly man. He heard his trouser rip at the snatch. He hoped that it was only his trousers that was ripped at that rough pull. "Give daddy a kiss..."A smelly breath washed across his face, denying him a natural breath for about three seconds. The breath came with a pool of saliva spurting all over his face. As if that was not enough, he felt rough hands clapping at both sides of his face. For a moment, all he could hear after the hard slaps were echoes ringing in his ears. It was as though he was th
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A startling discovery.
Alves' eyelids slowly paved to reveal his weak eyes. The strong rays of light from the illuminant hanging in the ceiling above him was too much for his eyes to withstand. His eyes shut at once. But then the voices and mutters coming from every corner of the room nudged him to give it another try. This time when he opened his eyes, he looked to his side. Deciding not to look straight at the blinding lights. Though the vision wasn't making sense in the first place... all he could see was hues and silhouettes. The willingness to know what was happening and where he was, gave life to pictures forming in his mind. His heart became vibrant aiding the mind. They were several men dressed in blue suits everywhere he looked in the room. He tried to push his body up to sit, but he felt the pangs of pain writhing in his body. He couldn't keep up the action. His graon had brought attention to him. He was in a hospital. "Boss... Sir... are you alright?""He is awake.""Boss is awake."BOSS?Al
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Step one...
Alves was seated in the extrinsically furnished living room of his apartment. After he left the hospital, the manager had taken him to the tower which he bought while Alves was still in Coma. The MANGRID tower was the costliest building across the continent. It was known for its extravagant interiors and breathtaking apartments. Ordinary business men and women could never dream of getting close to the building let alone renting it. It cost trillions. But overnight, a dejected son-in-law, whipped it up. As a random purchase. Yet he wasn't moved by the building...Alves' mind was occupied. He had so many things to set in place. One of the most important things was to make Madam Casper pay dearly for all she had done to him. He still had the huge money to worry about but he didn't care anymore. He had decided to make the best of it. He wasn't the weak hearted man he used to be. If the manager had not spoken to him about spending the money, he had already made up his mind as soon as h
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "No way, Alves..."
"What's the status of the contract? Did Manuel get back to you yet?"Madam asked, staring at Simeon who was alerted as soon as the question hit him. "I couldn't get to him directly. I had to go through the P.A. as usual. She said that there are still things to attend to internally."Simeon explained, making sure to stress the point. Madam looked away from him. Herself and all her children were gathered in the big living room of Casper mansion. They were there to give a report. An internal report before they'd take it to the board members of the company. Casper built a company which had grown to become one of the best in the Grimming Hills. The company named after his name had retained its fame and status for couple decades, until Madam Casper became involved in the administration. Ever since she was given a post in the company, by Casper, the company had began to deteriorate, losing its fame and status. The company almost went bankrupt if it wasn't for the sudden intervention of C
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Two weeks?"
"I have just three minutes here."Alves announced, gazing coldly at Madam who was still having a hard getting her acts together. She still couldn't bring herself to accepting the conspicuous fact which was set before her eyes. "And I'll be straight to the point."He added."What do you think you are doing, Alves? From where did you hire this riff riffs? How would you even pay them? Did you really put yourself at the mercy of loan sharks just to come threaten us? I always knew that you were dumb, but I had no idea that you could be this stupid."Simeon lashed out at Alves. Alves glared at him. He knew too well what Simeon was doing. "Boss give me a word, and I'll fuck him up."Villian had turned to Alves, seeking his approval to carryout the pact. Alves turned to Villain and chuckled softly,"Let the poor lad be. He's only trying to kiss up to the ass of his mom. Don't take that away from him."Alves replied coldly, making sure to look Simeon in the eyes as he said to words. Simeon g
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The unrepentant family
"Hey! Come back here. You jinx, come back here!!!"Simeon yelled on top of his voice, being dramatic over nothing. He kept on yelling until the vehicles had departed. That should be all for him, but he kept on walking towards the gate as though he could work some magic to turn the vehicles back in the direction of the mansion. While he was yelling at the departing vehicles, he heard a strange activity behind him and turned. When he looked, Madam had turned and was walking back into the house. "Call me that wretched gateman!!!"She yelled on top of her voice as she stomped into the living room. There were so many things to process in her mind. Seeing Alves again was as though her nightmares had been given a new life. When she had instructed the Sheriff to throw Alves into the den of the death row inmates, she had automatically closed the chapter of Alves. She had dismissed him as dead. It was an undisputable fact that Alves would meet his death in the rough company of those monste
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A strange encounter.
Villian pulled the limo over at the front of the AUSTRIX group building. He quickly hurried out of the car to go and get the door for Alves. When he got the door, he bowed,"Boss."But Alves didn't want to come down yet. "Come in, Villian."Alves called. Villian who didn't see that coming was quite surprised. But he didn't let that get the best of him. He climbed into the limo and walked to seat, because he couldn't stand even if he wanted to. "Shut the door."Alves ordered and he did. Villian had no idea what his boss was up to. And he dared not ask questions;Though Villian had just known Alves. Their meeting wasn't even up to a week yet. Yet Villian had learnt the nature of his boss. He had noticed that Alves was a man of few words. And he did love to keep couple things to himself. He couldn't call Alves secretive, neither could he call him talkative. The title for Alves was a term seated on the fence between being secretive and being talkative. "It's obvious now that your in
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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
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"...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
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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
