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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A Big White Shark
"I do know that you are still mad at me."Akulia started, looking from one corner to the other. His eyes seemed to be too busy for the brain. "And by extension I do not have a say in all of th--""Then shut the fuck up. Who asked for your opinion in the first place?"Alves snapped at him. Akulia didn't see that coming though, but because he wasn't on a good page with Alves all along, he didn't really make a deal out of it. Even if he did make a big deal out of it, what could he had done at that moment?Alves got up on his feet and started to walk towards the exit of the living room. He walked out and was walking towards the garden. He had walked for a while in the garden when he took a turn in the garden in the direction of the pool. He got to the pool and halted. He removed his cloth and dived into it. He went deep down into the depth of the blue pool. There was this strange soothing feeling which coursed through every corner of his body and settled in. It was unreal, utopian as we
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "...couldn't you beg her... convince her. You fool!"
Alves suddenly had a strange feeling deep inside of himself. He didn't know what to make of it first until the old woman got to him. And before he could tell what was happening, he felt the whooshing of warm and sharp air directed towards his face. His reflex would had come to his aid, to deny the possibility of events to take the usual turn. But it had happened regardless. A smack across his face. A tough and hot slap. Alves' jaws tightened as soon as the slap landed on his cheek. He didn't know what to feel at that moment. But one thing which was for sure was the fact that even if he was pissed out of his mind, there was little to nothing he could do. Even if he wanted to carry or breed a hybrid of argument, the old woman's lips was starting to move,"Why did you send my second away...?"She let the words out. The words hit hin so suddenly that Alves didn't know when he muttered, "Huh?"Grandma had continued almost immediately. She was not even going to give him a cool. "What a
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Avia Tricks
Alves turned to look at the jet for the last time. But it seemed as though he was expecting something else. Though on the ordinary, it seemed like he was staring at the jet which was across the lagoon, but then deep inside of him there was a sort of longing. Though the feeling was not fetish or too strong, but it had a soft push to it. But then he quit looking. "Fuck this."He spun around at once. And immediately he spun around, he felt a presence behind him. As though some eyes were set on his nape, creeping on him. But he didn't turn to look at the back anymore. He started to walk up the forest. The forest which led to the lake. AKULIA. He heard his Ri talking to him but he didn't care. Of course he already had the feeling that it could only be Akulia that was staring at him, standing behind him. NOT AKULIA. The voice in the head came again. "What!"Alves halted at once. He didn't turn yet, not because he wasn't curious. but he just wanted to make sure that he was hearing th
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Deadly Samurais
There came about seven sabres in his direction, and they came too quickly that Alves could not avoid any. Not even one of the swords. He could feel and hear metals tearing into his flesh, and shoving his inside to the side. The pain was severe and excruciating. He had meant to stand up at once to fight these men off, but he wasn't even given the chance to take a perfect stance before he was ambushed and stabbed at every corner of his body. He dropped on his knees. Blood was about streaming from every part of his body. The sabers were in his chests, sides and legs. There was no part of his body that didn't have a share of the pain which was travelling across his body in a great and quick velocity. With pangs.He could hear the men saying some things but he couldn't understand them. One thing was the fact that he couldn't make meaning of what they had said and the other, he had no idea what other fate would fall on him. But then he did know that one would be at the mercy of the other
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? HE HIT HIM TO DEEP SLEEP
"Do you think he will be alright?"The young man asked, looking at his father, an old man. The old man was the best friend of Casper, Alves' grandpa. And the young man, the old man's son. "He hasn't even moved since we brought him in and it's been three days. Is he dead or something? Didn't you tell me in the stories that the monarch of the kingdom cannot know what taste death has? Or has everything being a sort of ---""Why are you so loud?"The old man snapped at the young man at once. The lad looked a little disappointed. It was obvious in his eyes that if he had his way, he would keep on arguing. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to it. "Will you let his Eminence take enough rest. Who knows what he had been through. And if you're bored sitting here. You could excuse yourself and go do something with your life. At least go on a date with any woman from the dating app."The old man advised. And after those words of the man, the young man got up on his feet. They were both se
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "You'd wish you never was born..."
Alves was not really bothered by their appearances. He just couldn't quite tell how they had found him. He didn't remember telling anyone close to the two boys that he would back to Grimming Hills today. Did they even know that he had been away since forever? Why should they even know?While he was pruning the thoughts, his gaze fell on the lad who was still lying on the floor. OH, WHY I WAS WONDERING FOR A WHILE?He seemed to had finally come to a conclusion of who really might have led the two sons of Madam Casper to him. "Is he dead or something?"Michael asked as soon as his attention went to the lad who was lying on the floor. "There's only way to find out."Simeon walked to the lad who was on the floor. The lad had stopped snoring so it was quite hard to tell, and his face and chest were to the cold floor. Simeon raised one of his legs to kick the lad in the side,"I'm sure your brain is working. And you would think twice before you do that."Alves suddenly snapped at Simeo
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "The hotel is yours..."
"When you walked in, you pushed him out of the way. You didn't think I actually forgot about that, did you?"Alves carried on. And immediately, the two men spun around. This time, it wasn't only Simeon that was enraged, Michael too was making little to no effort hiding his rage. He didn't seem to care anymore. He didn't look like he had the luxury of time to hold his rage in. "At least if you have no idea what manners are. If you have lived all your lives mistaking cowardice for manners, it is about time your learnt something new. Purge yourself of the weird approaches."Alves took a pause. He knew that he didn't have the time for things like this. There were a couple things on his list, very important things for that matter. And none of these things included having a fight with the sons of Madam Casper. But perhaps because of the ugly memories he had shared with them, and the haughtiness which further glorified their personalities, he wouldn't mind letting his rage pace his Ken for
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A Twist
Alves was standing at the front of the hotel. He had just turned to look at the name of the hotel. There was an indication and tag imprinted in the top of the protruding part of the building. It read, Eagle's Crest Hotel and Suite.Alves couldn't believe his eyes at first glance. He blinked his eyes to be sure that he was seeing right. When he discovered that he was in his right mind, he pushed his head to the side. "Eagles Crest."He muttered. It was obvious that he was still having a hard time believing what he had just seen. "This Hotel?"He kept on pruning the thoughts like a gardener. There was a certain memory surfacing. And he looked to want to hold unto the memory for a while. His eyes and attention were spent on the inscription in the building. Then the memory which had suddenly been picked started to sketch a brighter picture in his mind. About three years ago, he had traced someone to this hotel. He had meant to walk through the door and confirm where the person he was
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