The ears of everyone that was gathered there twitched, waiting for what he was going to say. The anticipation brought the whole crowd into still silence. For some, they would already see a sworn victory, while for others, sweat trickled down from the corner of their faces, biting the lower lips. He opened his mouth to speak, and even the manner of his breath was monitored. "They did agree." Patricia's facial expression fell almost immediately, and that of Xier shot up with a dark smirk on his face. "I knew that he was not going to tell the truth; just tell him he would get his revenge," Patricia swore under her breath. "Such a fool. I knew that he would be scared of getting into trouble with me after what happened earlier," Xier thought. Meanwhile, a long sigh escaped from Mr. Welson's lips; he was disappointed in his daughter's behavior. However, he had always been known to be upright, and even though he didn't like it, he could not deviate from his initial principles just bec
From the look that was on Xier's face, it looked as though he was already ready to rip Christopher apart right from his bones. Christopher's face was already covered with cold sweat. What was he going to do now?" The confusion that flooded his head knew no bonds. He turned over to the rest of the gang who paid so much respect to him with a slight bow. With his hands, he beckoned on one of them to give him the baton in their hands. "I am going to take the first strike." He said, hitting the baton in his hands and walking over slowly to him. There was a deadly smirk on his face and he was about to swing it into motion when he heard a sound from behind that made him hit a sudden pause. "Hey Xier, what do you think it is that you are doing? Hitting a poor guy just because he is below your class? Is that really how you behave?" A feminine voice came forward towards them. It was a stunning lady, putting on a white gown and the most perfect shape. Her body was like a glow in the sunshin
The men thought that Christopher was doing that just to show up. They laughed at his stupidity, and even Evelyn was frightened, persuading him to step back as her heart raced. "Don't do anything stupid, sir. It seems like he is very high on drugs, and he can be very dangerous in that instance if you try anything funny with him." She added that she was worried that Xier was going to hurt him severely. But instead, he smiled and said, "Don't worry about that; I have got everything under control." He assured them and quickly advanced towards them. In all his life, Xier had never seen anyone act so stupidly in such a manner before and could not help but burst out into laughter. "You are courting your death, aren't you?" He said it with mocking laughter, but Christopher was not worried about his words, not even for a single moment. "You should be the one who's more scared of death." Christopher finally responded, pulling Xier into another shock wave of anger. "You." Xier's hands were
Right from the very first day that he stepped into school, he had always won the award for the worst-dressed student. He was a natural talent, as some would call it, because it was a school mainly for elites and he seemed to be a low-class citizen. Christopher already knew that it was no use telling them about his fortune. They would only think that he had gone mad. But one thing was certain for sure: action spoke more volumes than words. So it would be left for them to decide if they were correct or not when that day finally arrived. On the day of the party, Christopher decided to sleep with someone else. He had already placed an order for the clothes that were selected by Rachael. It was an exclusive overall that was customized just for him and could not be found anywhere else in the city. "Let's see to what you said earlier," he muttered under his breath. He got dressed as soon as he could; his entry was going to come at the late hour of the school's party. The venue of the
From what Rachael had already told him initially, there was only one such ware in the whole of the city, and she had made sure that they were customized just for him.Then he could only be sure that Kelly was wearing a fake since he had been told that a fake that looked exactly like the original had also been produced by some fraudsters.“Could it be that this was the technique that he had been using to win the competition all through the years, earning the praise of everyone in the hall?” Christopher thought in his head.Chatter soon began to go wrong in the hall as Kelly leaned forward. Throughout the years, his method of deceiving people has always worked perfectly for him, but this year, it was really strange since what he was putting on was not the original.Could it be that Christopher was the one who was putting on the real dress? He wondered but threw the thoughts off his head quickly. There was certainly no way that it could be possible.The only explanation for this was that
There was an immediate rampage in the hall. Everyone thought that she was there for Kelly, at least.Who would have believed that such a lady came for such a renowned punk like Christopher.On the other end, Kelly could feel a sense of irritation, anger, and jealousy all at once. Nobody had ever turned him down or treated him in such a rude manner before.He was already gritting under his breath, swearing that he was certainly going to make sure that she paid for it by making her his girlfriend and dumping her before leaving school.Meanwhile, Christopher looked up to catch a glimpse of the stunning lady who was smiling at him; it was Evelyn.Even though they had already seen each other earlier, she could not stop being beautiful by the day.Everyone was at least expecting a hug, but before anyone could know what was going on, she drew him to herself and gave him a tight hug as though they had known each other for ages.Hearts flew out of their places. Legs shook. The jaws were far ap
Christopher's heart hammered against his ribs, caught between the exhilaration of Evelyn's bold claim and the dread of its potential consequences. He stole a glance at Silver, her usually willful face contorted in a mixture of fury and disbelief. The revelation had provoked a firestorm in the hall, whispers crackling like flames.Evelyn, unaware of the unrest, held his gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. "So, Chris, do you care to introduce me to your lovely audience?" She purred, her voice laced with a mischievous lilt.Christopher cleared his throat, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes on him. He couldn't bring himself to lie, not with Evelyn looking at him like that. Yet the thought of revealing his secret—his hidden world of historical writings—filled him with a paralyzing fear.Those leather-bound journals tucked away in his attic, filled with meticulous recreations of forgotten battles and whispered tales of ancient civilizations, were his sanctuary. They were a world he'd
As Christopher lay stretched out on his bed, his hands crossed behind his head and his eyes staring wondrously at the ceiling, the sound returned. He was not startled, he was far too used to the system that he serves by now. Another interface is about to occur and another task is yet to be rolled out and assigned to him.[Ding]"What's up this time?"Christopher muttered below his breath, turning reluctantly over to his right side and swallowing as if it enhanced his readiness for the system.[Attention, there's a need for the host to listen carefully]. Christopher adjusts his body just when he hears this, once more as though a personal contribution for attention to the already calm atmosphere.[Host has two other new tasks to complete][Host is required to click two options rather than one option this time]Christopher pays rapt attention to the system's instructions. As usual, he knew he would have to click on the dark mysterious button, but this time, two buttons at a time as he had