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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Longing.
"Why did you have a change of mind. I'm sure this wasn't what you planned to do."Manuel pointed out as soon as Alves settled down in the VVIP room. Only Alves, Manuel and Villian were allowed in the room. Alves who had just settled down, took Manuel in a quickening gaze, a shade of curiosity idling in the corners of his eyes. When Manuel noticed and realised Alves' reaction, he was scared that he might had outstepped his bounds and asked the question he ought not to. He quickly tried to redeem his error,"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I only meant ---""You are beginning to lose my respect Mr Manuel."Alves cut him short, trying to be honest. "Huh?"That left Manuel confused. He had no idea what Alves was saying. "See, I used to look at you as someone who had his stance and would stand by it come rain or hail. But now... what's the matter? How quickly have you wavered?"Even though Alves knew that he wasn't totally right, yet he wanted Manuel to see the point which he wa
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The Burn...
Mia was led to a private room. A private room other than where Alves had had a discussion with Manuel and Villian. She was seated all by herself, expecting Alves to join her. After few moments, the door was gently pushed open and Alves walked into the room. It wasn't as though it was a formal meeting between the two, yet Alves seemed particular about the environment where he was meeting with her. "I had my reasons for keeping you waiting."Alves said, walking into the room. She didn't act like she was willing to exchange pleasantries and Alves didn't push for it either. He settled down opposite her. Even though he knew that the meeting might just end in few seconds, yet he made it seem as though he was there on an official business pact. "I see that you are a man who doesn't feign."Mia said her first few words. She was a very gorgeous lady with precise details of her eyes and lips. She had the perfect nose and high cheekbones. Many people said she had work done, but she didn't a
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Madam's temper.
Madam had been pacing the living room since forever now. Naturally, whenever she returns to her apartment, she would take a seat in her secluded chair. But not today. Not now. She couldn't help herself retain a particular standing position let alone take a seat. It was obvious that something was eating deep into her soul. As though something ugly and horrible was haunting her thoughts. Her sons couldn't do a thing. They remained standing too, occasionally throwing their hands forward with no words. Perhaps in an attempt to make her stop the pacing. Some of the three sons had a slight idea what the problem was. They knew too well why Madam was restless and was pacing. Yet they could never start the conversation. It was only right that whenever she had had enough of whatever was going on, she would cut herself a slack and make words of her worries. And as though the turn had come, she stopped pacing suddenly. When she did, her sons were alert. It was funny that they had been wanting
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Mia: Her blue pendant.
"Take the mails out and get the packages delivered to the UTMOST cooperation."Mia ordered, as she settled into her work space in her managerial office. She was the owner of the company as well as the Manager. Many people considered her dedication to her company as greediness, but being a lady with strong personality, she didn't give two fucks. Whatever the media had to say about her had never been an issue to her as long as she was true to herself. The fellow who had been given an instruction, stopped halfway towards the door. He turned back with an envelope in his hand. He edged back to her work space. "Here, Ms Mia. One of the henchmen of the company ---""You fool! How many times would you be told?"The other fellow who was working on something else in the office yelled at the fellow who was reaching out the envelope to Mia.The fellow who had been yelled at suddenly bowed before Mia and said,"I'm sorry. I'm not used to calling my bosses by their first name."He apologised. "
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "It has a metaphysical root?"
The knock on the door came again. That would be the third time. Alves was caught up in the middle of something, but the intrusion of the knock on the door would not allow him the luxury of concentration. He picked up the remote control and punched one of the many buttons. The door clicked open then was pushed open. Walking through the door into the master bedroom was Villian. He had a straight fact as usual, but there was a certain urgency crawling up his face and idling in the corners of his eyes. Alves couldn't ignore the gait and facial reaction of the man who had just entered, but then he allowed himself to draw a quick closure on what was right before him. "If you are busy boss, just say the words. I'll be back when you are free."Villian said as soon as he lifted his head from the bow. That was enough reason for Alves to put aside what he was doing. He looked up quickly at Villian. "Did you make any findings?"He asked, reaching out to an envelope which was on the left side
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "She wants to marry her off to Mr Jared."
"Mr Alves is very busy, he doesn't have the time for things like this. If you have any other reasons for visiting, say it. But if you are here for a motive that is not well spelt out, I'm sorry I'll be forced to show you the way out of this office."Manuel had stopped working and was staring sternly at Madam Casper and Laura. The two women were seated before him, staring as though they would make holes in his face. "Manuel..."Mrs Casper started. "Mom..."Laura wanted to caution her but she glared at Laura. Laura, knowing what was best of her, kept shut. She knew when to push her luck. It wasn't that moment. Manuel was really stunned when Madam called his name. Dropping honorific out of the blue. It was quite obvious that Manuel wasn't expecting anything close to that. He was still struggling to adjust to the sudden change when Madam continued immediately, "Why did you change all of a sudden? Have you forgotten so easily how we have been? You've forgotten what we have shared? Why
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "What if... Mr Jared finds out?"
"That bastard!"Madam Casper flung her bag into one of the couches and began to walk from one corner to the other. "That jinx!"She didn't for once stop pacing. As she walked from one end, she walked to the other. Her eyes were red and her face fledged in fury. She was very furious. Laura couldn't do anything but dance on the same spot in an attempt to calm her mother down. Even without uttering a word. "I'll make him pay with his life."She didn't stop yet. Madam didn't stop the wild walk yet. "I'll make him beg for his life. I'll skin him and brush his lips against the wall, until they fell and he finds no mouth to talk again in his entire pitiful life."She halted all of a sudden. It was as though an idea had just hit her. It was quite hard to tell what was going on in her mind, even though her words and facial expressions said a million things. "All I have to do is get my hand on that Mr Jared. As soon as I do....that's just all I need. Oh... when I do that."It was obvious t
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Mia?!"
Alves was in the middle of the Huthi Farmland. He had a lot going on in his mind. There were so many things to think about. He had asked to be left alone all by himself. He didn't have anything to worry about. Especially not wild animals. The Huthi Farmland used to be a national treasure. No wild animal was recorded to live in it. He was safe. He looked from one corner to the other. There was a precise question that kept repeating in his mind. A question which he didn't have quite an answer to yet. WHY DID I BUY THIS FARM?He knew and realised that that wasn't the question he should be asking. There were a million things to think about and that was the last thing on his mind. Knowing fully well that he couldn't give an answer to that question, and that he was reluctant to keep the question alive, he turned. His back was to the opening path which led into the forest. "He said her pendant might have something to do with this land?"He thought out loud. Few steps ahead of him were t
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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
