The pace of life on the island was intercepted by the sky which seemed very gloomy. The sun which had started out bright and wild was fanned cold and out by the waving banners of the black clouds.It hadn't rained on the island for over seven months. Whatever rain which came was either missing a turn or pulling a prank. But the island was fertile enough and had nutrient which could keep the plants strong and edible.A cannibal who was carrying a big boat on his head was seen treading the path which led towards the crashing waves of the open sea. As he walked closer, he could her the waves louder and clearer.It would seem as though his big muscles and fat veins would tear out of his flesh because of how ruthlessly the weight of the boat compelled them to work, but the face of the Cannibal looked unbothered. As though he had only a feather on his head.Behind the cannibal were approaching footsteps. Footsteps which sounded gentle but paced. The nine girls."What if it doesn't work?""C
Damien was standing at the front of a big pub. He stood there for a while looking at the entrance which was busied with several people. Majorly men, who had been knocked out by booze, the god of liquor. A sudden memory zoomed past his mind. The vivid image of his uncle. He didn't want to keep that image in his head for long. If he did, he would have to house pity, then that would graduate into guilt. He didn't think he had the luxury for that. Even though he was trying to avoid the feelings. The image of his uncle which had zoomed past his mind left a footprint. That only but highlighted his last meeting with the rough man. He felt pity first and then guilt. He couldn't knock the feeling off at once. To think that he had treated a family that way. "Y'all go fuck yourselves! I don't give a fuck what y'all think about me! Where were you when I was being trashed by that old fart and other people? Huh? Where were you?"He scoffed, looking through the door. "Guilt my foot. That evil m
Damien looked around him. The environment he was standing in at that moment brought back a lot of memories. It was like an outcast standing at the presence of a king. No, not for sentence. Boldyville Estate was the costliest geographic setting in the country. It was amongst the top fifty richest neighborhood in the entire world. The least apartment there cost about 2 billion dollars. An amount which Damien, in the past could never save up even in a century. Even if he did twenty shifts in a day. No hundred. The estate had beautiful scenes. And the point where Damien was standing on was the costliest of the Boldyville Estate. He was standing at the front of a twelve star hotel called Jadeite Inn. This hotel was one of the reasons this neighborhood ranked as one of the top best across the world. The structure was made from pure Mable, the floor sapphire, the walls crystal clear. You could see yourself in it. You don't need a mirror.There was a breathtaking waterfall at the front o
He turned to see a young lady. Beautiful, long legged, smooth and rich milk skin, beautifully carved lips, dressed formally and a super nice scent exuding from her body, canvassing her femininity charisma and richness. "Who let you in?"The lady repeated the question. Damien was offended. Not because the lady stopped him and asked the question. It was because she stopped him from checking out the beautiful and breathtaking hall because of such a petty question?!"Should that be the question?"Damien corrected her. The lady chuckled. She had a killer smile too. She took two steps closer to him. She had ego scribbled on her gaze. SHE LOOKS LIKE ONE OF THOSE SPOILT BRATS WHO HAD NO HARD TIME RACING THEIR WAYS TO WEALTH. Damien concluded, just by the observation and hypotheses he had just gathered. "I'm not sure you know where you are or whom you are speaking to."WHY DO I LIKE ALMOST EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS LADY? HER VOICE, LIPS, HEIGHT, BUSTS... DAMIEN, FUCKING CONCENTRATE. "I don't
Not only did the least apartment in Boldyville Estate cost $2 billion dollars. After buying an apartment, momentarily, the owner of the apartment would pay $100 million dollars annually for basic developmental updates. This exorbitant cost of living had set many Ceo's, Investors and rich men trusting their heels away from the apartment.Men who had strived all their lives to become rich would never think of coming to spend such luxury in that estate. After all, you could get a house which looked like a palace in other places for a billion dollars. Not having to pay a dime to anyone after the purchase had been made.Those who came to purchase apartments in the estate where super rich men. Men who could spend about a billion on food and not bat an eye.That was one of the reasons that there were still about fifty empty apartments in the estate. In short, a full blocks had never been frequented by any man, no matter how rich.The costliest apartment in the estate was about $320 billion.
Damien kept track of how Elisa moved from one place to the other trying to make him comfortable. She had just served him a glass of a very costly brand of wine. A type of wine he could never think of drinking in his entire life.He wasn't really impressed by what Elisa was doing, he was just intrigued by the sudden change of both her and Shelton.Earlier, they were disrespectful as hell to him, but after the call with the boss they have been pretending to be someone else. Dressed in borrowed robes.Damien knew he couldn't keep quiet for long."Why the sudden change?"When his voice hit her, she stopped walking and turned in his direction. Her hands locked, over her thighs. She had a mild gaze and could hardly look into Damien's eyes."What do you mean sir?"Her tone was soft and professional too. Damien was beginning to take a guess."Earlier, you were so rude and annoying. Why did you turn into a wannabe dove in the blink of an eye?"He didn't plan to go easy on her."I'm sorry for b
"Is this how you do business?!"Damien lashed out as soon as he saw Mr Clint. He should be impressed by the height and charisma of the man, but he didn't fear shit. Why should the man who had killed a giant polar bear cower before a normal and ordinary human being?!"You shouldn't speak so disrespectfully to my boss. I didn't mind when you did to me, but I would never seat back and ---""Are you mad!!!"It was as though thunder resounded in the room. Elisa shuddered at the voice. Even Damien was quite stunned."How dare you speak so casually and rudely to our guest?!!! Do you want to die?! Where is the professionalism we munch?!!!"Mr Clint's face was wild, eyes mean. His eyes brows were cocked and his jaws stiffened.Elisa was too shocked to speak. Her hands were shaking so heavily. It would be reasonable if she piss or shit her pants at that moment.When Mr Clint looked away from her to Damien, a strange smile sat in his face."Forgive my staff. She must be so hungry that she can't
"It was really great doing business with you, Mr Damien."Mr Clint shook hands with him the last time. The two were on their feet. Damien was really eager to go and check out the whole estate, especially the Eagle's tower. He didn't for once forget about the girls, his queens who were still on the island. He hadn't even checked on them that day. He felt in his spirit that something might go or be wrong with them. Yet he couldn't just get out of that place that moment. Plus, he didn't plan on getting a quick look around the tower. He wanted to enjoy the view too.He knew that that choice would open several conditions and risks which he wouldn't mind to embrace. "Here. This is my card. If by any chance you visit Diamond Crescent, you could give me a call. I'll make sure to entertain you to the best of my capabilities."Damien took the card from Mr Clint."Diamond Crescent... is that where you live?""Not really. But I do have a golf field there, which I bought last year. Since I boug
"You didn't really think I was running away from you, did you?" Damien's voice had a robotic trait to it. He was standing at the foot of the boabab tree on which the watchtower was rested. "Even if you wanted to, you don't have a chance." The man dismissed. By now, Damien thought that the Samurai would be exuding the bluish fog which he did earlier, but the man looked ordinary. "You talk too fat. You must have so much faith in yourself." Damien carried on, daring. "What's faith? Isn't that one of the terms of the Nether ones? You want someone superior to do what you can't? All you have to do is wish desperately that it happens?! Lazy lots!" The man cackled. Damien had no slightest idea what was funny to the man. He couldn't wrap his head around it. But it didn't seem to matter. Not at that moment. "Enought of the talk. I need to be sure about one last thing." Damien pushed further. "Before I would destroy you and send you to your mistress or master, I should get to know
"Der?"Amidst all the words Damien wanted to say, the was the only thing he could. "I'll be outside."The man turned and walked out of the castle. Damien remained standing there for a while. He wasn't sure what to do or think. This seemed to be beyond his expectations. But then he knew that he couldn't keep standing there. He had to do something. He had to leave the castle. The disturbing thoughts and feelings which he had been having lately finally came out in full form. He could feel in all sense of definity that a great change was about to occur. A great change that might alter his life. That was the new feeling which had just dominated his sense of being. He took a last gaze at the Elites. They were all shivering. Not one of them could keep up the old act. He should feel pity for them, but he had himself to worry about. "Whatever happens, do not come outside."He warned Matthew sternly, then walked out of the castle. As soon as he walked out, a door grew out of nowhere and re
Damien knew he couldn't keep standing there. The cannibals had been far gone ahead of him. Matthew was still standing beside him. Asking him every now and then,"What happened?"Himself couldn't answer the question to himself let alone help clear the doubts of someone else. He wanted to get the root of what had just happened but he was clueless. When he had created the portal, he had wanted to step into it and get to the cannibal village before the cannibals. So he could go make the necessary preparations and proceed with the plans in the stock. But stepping into the portal, he had been pushed out of it by a strange force!The truth was that, he wasn't hurled into the air, or crash against the trunk of any tree at the push. But he was pushed!WHAT PUSHED ME? WHY CAN'T I USE THE PORTAL?Those were his arguments and questions. Yet he couldn't find an answer to either of them. It got on his nerves to think that he couldn't tell what was happening. The system should give him an explana
"He is so full of himself!"One of the girls started. "What did you think he would do in the first place? He would come and beg you come to with him?"Another had carried on. There was a brief silence which travelled through the open space. The eight girls were sunbathing by the shore of a sea at a VIP beach in Vegas. It was an exclusive site to them. Claire was there with them. The only person who wasn't there was... you guessed right. Yea, Jada. "At least, he would have saved face. But now what? How is he going to do it?"Another girl had argued. "Let's assume that he came to beg or apologise, which will never happen. Would you have gone with him? Would anyone of you had gone with him?"That was Mira creating a stray stance. She was the first to come with something quite reasonable and controversial. "I mean, I would have. But it would be based on a condition. I mean, we all know how dangerous the elites are."Laurette had argued further. "Me too. I would have."Majority of th
"I'm sure that you have an explanation for what happened out there."The young man was the first to attack. The fifty men had arrived in the mansion which Damien had created out of nothingness. The lot should be stunned by how such a magnificent building got to be situated in such a remote place. Yet, the hate in their hearts which was fueled by the incident which happened several minutes ago, wouldn't let them see the obvious. Damien was standing in a position that was justifiable to the lot. He didn't hold a precise person in his gaze. He didn't care about so many things. His mind was quite busy, thinking about how to carry on the quest. "Take as much time as you want, but tell us what the hell happened out there."He had expected the elderly man to take the reins of the young man, since they appear to work together. But he was quite surprised to see a strange man who had never spoken before. It was this strange man that had spoken after the young man. In short, he never thought
"What do we do?""Do something lad!!!""This is on you.""Why did you bring us to an island that has never been surveyed?""Will you take responsibility if any of us get harmed?"The men took their turns lashing out at Damien. The men had found a new reason to stick together, awaiting Damien's judgment. SEEMS LIKE Y'ALL STILL HAVE MOUTHS TO TALK. He looked at the lions. They were about to charge at him. Then he stepped out of the way all of a sudden. "What is the matter?""What is happening?""Won't you do something?""Are you ---"The men wers still struggling to sort their words when the lions charged at the cluster of fifty men. The three lions chased the men around the woods, the men falling to stand up over and over again. Some would roll to one side and the other side. In a short period of time, some already had dirty clothes, smeared faces and wild hair. While some panted, some tried to hide. But it was rather strange that the lions were only chasing them. And just few of
"How can this be? Is this even real?"The young man, who was seated beside the elderly man with a subtle beard, argued. He was one of the majority who didn't believe their eyes. It was as though ghosts had risen from the dead. That was the expression the lot were giving. "This lad..."The elderly man muttered. He didn't have desperation splattered across his face like the rest of the group. He was giving the vibe that he already knew that something like this would happen. Or perhaps, he was as alarmed as the rest, but was quite skilled in hiding it. "Oh my world, this is magic!!!"The man in white caftan had jumped on his feet. Everyone looked to him at once. It was as though everyone was looking for someone to give them a safe explanation of what was happening; what was right there before them, staring them right in the eyes. "Look at how elegantly these fairies look. Garcious goodness. Can I touch them? Can I feel their tits?"The man was walking closer to the girls as he spoke.
"Not to sound rude, Boss. But how do you plan to go about this?"Matthew was standing behind him. Damien was getting a blowjob from one of the many random girls who had been hired to display for the fifty ultra rich men. These girls were to dance and do the worth of their money. But not have sexual transactions with their clients. But as usual, there was always an exception for the initiator of any movement or idea. And that was why, he, Damien was getting a special treatment. His eyes went wild as the juice race through the cock. Even if he wanted to answer Matthew's question, he didn't think he had a choice. At least not at that moment. "Oh fuck..."He grunted as the sperms spruted and filled the face of the girl who looked very happy and eager to lick and have a taste of his thick cum. He felt a great peace after the cum. He was breathing heavily. He would need about few seconds before he would be back to his old self. But even after he had cum, his big and thick dick was stil
"How long more would it take?"Jada called at the top of her voice. No response came. She was looking in a particular direction, her sight was not aided because of the cut made by a wall. "Do you want me to die of hunger? Don't you have any respect for the baby?"She increased the tempo of her voice. She was yelling as though the person she was addressing was few blocks away, and not in the same apartment that she was in. "You would shit the baby out if you keep going at this rate."Elisa warned, walking out of the area that separated the living room from the kitchen. She had a tray in both hands. On the tray was a course of meal. She walked past Jada and headed towards the dining hall. Jada obviously wanted to say something to her but held back. When Elisa dropped the tray on the dining table, she turned to Jada. "You don't actually think I would come and carry you, do you?"She scolded. Jada rolled her eyes from distance. "You are never caring. I wonder how you would treat --"