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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Prepare for the wrath of the CARDINALS!!!"
"His excellency, we have the man. We are driving to the agreed location as we speak."The voice over the speaker came. But the Prime Minister didn't know what to say. He was reluctant to say the words. His eyes were glued to the TV screen which was a distance away from him and Madam Casper. The both of them had just watched with mouth agape as Alves led the gateman into the press Hall to give the speech. And now, someone was calling him, the P.M., telling him that they have the man. "What man are you talking about?"The P.M. finally found his voice. His eyes were glued to the TV screen, yet it was obvious that his attention was on whoever was speaking with him over the phone. He didn't have the luxury of time to check out the reaction of Madam Casper. He seemed to be caught up in his own worries too. He needed someone to bail him out of the bars of confusion which he had just been hurled into. "The man whom you sent us to retrieve. Sarah Casper's gateman."The man argued over the
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Throw them out!!!"
There was a grave silence which paced the nook and crannies of the large living room of the Casper's mansion. It was an extrinsically looking living room, furnished exhaustively. But the strong grip of silence choking the peace and life which the chandeliers had upheld in the living room, made every sense of life scary. The four children of Madam Casper were seated in the living room, all eyes on the TV screen. The TV screen was like a fancy tarpaulin which had rolled out of the ceiling. The manner at which they were all staring at the television, it was obvious that there was something really significant as well as puzzling happening. In the screen, there was Alves helping the gateman up. Then the both of them bowed at the crowd of reporters, greeted by blinding flashes of light and chatters. Then Alves turned to the man and led him out of the hall. Press meeting was over!The silence which had suffered the life a breathing space earlier couldn't afford the generosity anymore.
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Kicked Out!
The four watched in utmost dismay. They couldn't believe their ears. It was only natural for them to feel that way. If there was anyone who should be pissed to the brink, it was them and not Madam. How dare she say that to them? How dare she?"What the hell is happening here? Who the fuck are these people?"Simeon raised his voice as he looked from the men hired by madam to Madam. "What do you think you are doing, Madam?"Simeon carried on, with much rage evident in his tone. "Is this how to hide your promiscuous lifestyle from us? Oh you don't feel any remorse and would kick us out of our father's mansion when you should be the one ought to be kicked out?!""Simeon..."Michael tried to caution, but Simeon didn't seem like he gave a damn. "Why the hell are you calling my name, Michael? Didn't you hear what she just said? She wants to kick us out?! After all she had done? After what we just heard about her? She thinks she has the right to do that to us? I mean what kind of boldness
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Plot twist; Sarah's story
"My name is Sarah Casper, the wife of the deceased Arnold Casper, and the daughter-in-law of the lovely Casper who is the founder of the great Casper groups.""That ---""Simeon!"Michael snapped at Simeon. "We will all be silent for as long as this meeting takes. Just watch. No one is allowed to say anything until all is done."Simoen grunted in displeasure after the warning of Michael. Not that he held it in high regard, but it was quite obvious that he was somewhat willing to allow the beast in him rest for a while. He looked it. There was silence again. "But why is she looking like she had just lost someone? She's fucking pretending and you are telling me to be quiet?"Simeon argued further but no one answered him. So, it was only right for him to take wisdom. Speaking of Madam, her face looked sad and swollen. She looked like someone who had been crying for seven days. Her eyes were weary and her nose busy. There was a handkerchief with her which she used to blow her nose eve
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Yet, officially I'm not their father."
"This crazy woman! How dare she?! How dare she lie to the public?!"The gateman was on his feet, bawling out his rage, but at no one but the moving subject in the TV. Madam Casper. "How could she even say that? Is Grimming Hills a joke to her? Are the people a sort of joke to her?"He carried his argument on as he yelled. He had much energy which was identical to that of Simeon, but a projected calmness that rules over Gareth. "Is she telling a lie?"Alves called at him. Alves was settled in a couch behind the man, and Villian was standing behind the couch. The man spun around almost immediately. "Absolutely! She is telling a lie, Alves. She is telling a fat lie and putting up a show!"The man argued so passionately. It was written all over his face that he wished he could do something else other than yell on top of his voice and argue behind the screen. "Mind your words, old man. You should never call my boss by his name, never again!"Villian snapped at the man almost so sudde
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Two puns: "That was Alves!"
The car pulled over at the front of a shabby bungalow. The roof was thatched and the garden which surrounded it was outgrown and unkempt. It smelled rots and oil. "I'll advise you stay in the car, Young Master. That house looks like the hide of a otherworldly things. I can't and won't allow any stain to smear you let alone---""After you."Alves said to the gateman, throwing all what Villian had said into the air. "Young Master."Villain called, watching as the gateman led the way. "That fool has no idea what I have been through before now."Alves said to the man. "I should wait here and watch."Villain was reluctant, looking around him. The neighbourhood looked local and confined. It was the quietest place in the whole of Grimming Hills. "Maybe not."He changed his mind and hurried inside. When he walked into the room, where Alves and the old man were, something dropped from the door posts and hit him on the head. He didn't even make a sound let alone touch to feel the pain. "
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? TIFF files.
Several days had passed, and Gareth and Laura were seated in the living room of Simeon's duplex. None of them knew yet how he was able to secure such a magnificent building under the haunting watch of Madam. But that wasn't really the main deal. The past few days had been spent in silence and solitude. Each of them had needed time to process the information which Madam had given in the press meeting. Even some of them didn't have the interest in other superficial things, like taking calls and other things related to it. The news had hit them off guard, making a cat out of a ruthless lion. Gareth and Laura were talking almost in whispers as though this doesn't want the other to hear what he was saying. That kept on going for a while. Unitl the door was pushed open and Michael walked inside. "Simeon."He called so loudly that even the deaf wouldn't have an excuse.He settled down and say greetings to his younger ones. The reactions of Gareth and Laura changed. They looked anxious a
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Raving hearts.
"What the fuck exactly is happening?""I mean I can't wrap my head around it.""This really has got to be a sort of sitcom or something.""Or perhaps someone is using all of you to catch a sort of cruise... or a prank?"The silence which had been suddenly crushed and beaten to pulp by the sequence of argument miraculously found its old form again, clothing and draping the living room in its best fashion. Each person who would stare into the nothingness, now pick anyone, whom his mind dim fit, in his gaze. The coldness slowly graduated into a chilly warmth. "He is not our legal father?"Gareth smeared the silence again, ripping it open to let every form of sound intrude. "Legal father? Since when did that become a thing?"Michael carried on almost immediately. "Does that mean that somehow Gareth is still my brother?""Will you just shut up and let me think?"Simoen snapped at Laura all of a sudden. He looked a little bit irritated. Yet he wasn't done with whatever he had in mind.
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- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"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
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"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
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
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
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
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
