Her eyes scanned through everyone in the hall who was ready to tear her apart, limb by limb, if she didn't do what they wanted her to.
And with tears in her eyes, she walked up towards him, still staring at the vast crowd with shame.
She went down on her knees, licking off the dirty particles from his shoes.
Everyone chuckled while taking full records of the moments.
Afterward, Christopher was transferred to the main dining section, after which he got out of his restaurant.
After he was done with his meal, he was given a whip. His hands were still clutched to the phone that he had in his hands.
"I guess I will have to go to the bank." He said swiftly to himself.
With every step that he took, he could feel his heart beating hard against his chest.
Now, without his practical money and nothing to survive in school, he could only hope that all of that was true, or he would become one of those school dropouts.
"No, I can't allow that to happen." Christopher shook the thoughts away from his head as he made his way toward the bank that was just in the neighborhood.
Standing at the end of the queue, he waited until it finally got to his turn.
"Welcome to the New city's bank." The smile on the face of the banker was vivid, even though he was not staring directly at him.
He was about to reach out to the phone in his pocket and show the message to him, but the banker stopped him from doing so.
"Stop." His words hit Christopher hard, making him stop what he was doing and raising his head towards the banker, who was now staring at him with his face twisted with so much disgust.
"Will there be a problem?" His face was clouded with so much confusion, demanding an explanation.
"There would not be a problem if you had not come here in the first place. And there is no need to bring up your donation to charity pamphlets." He noted with a frown hanging on his face, getting Christopher even more confused than he was already.
"I don't understand. What are you talking about?" He could no longer help it but inquire, staring right into the eyes of the banker.
"Don't pretend as though you don't know what I am talking about, Mr. I have been a banker here for years, and I can tell just by looking at you that you are just one of those worthless roadside bums who has nothing to do with their lives apart from extort others off their hard-earned money." He returned with a sneer.
Christopher's face twisted into a frown as he knew exactly where the banker was heading now.
"And here we go at it again." He muttered under his breath with a loud sigh, turning swiftly over to the banker.
"First and foremost, you do not have the right to call anyone worthless just because life is on their bad side.
"And secondly, I didn't come here to beg for your peanuts. I got a message from the bank asking me to come here and confirm my identity." He returned, trying to put some sense into the head of the banker, but instead, he burst out into laughter.
He laughed so hard that a tear escaped from the corner of his eyes, and when he was done with his laughter, he looked up at Christopher, still trying to control himself.
"I have stayed here for a long time, but I have not heard of this technique of scamming people off their money.
"Tell me, is it your new invention?" He inquired further as a chuckle escaped from his mouth, but Christopher was not finding it funny, even for a single moment.
"Does it look like I am here to play jokes with you?" He shot a quick stare at the banker.
"I have a lot of other things to do. If you are looking for someone to amuse you every time, why didn't you just take a job at the circus? At least it would have been more befitting." Christopher hit back at the banker, making his laughter burn down immediately and his face twitch into a frown.
"How dare you?" He thundered with a frown on his face.
"Just take a good look at yourself. For you to get an invitation from the bank, you will have to make a deposit of nothing less than a million dollars.
"Do you think that I am a fool to believe your story? Just take a good look at yourself. Can you even afford a pair of socks?"
"Well, there is something like don't judge a book by its cover, and if you have forgotten, be reminded." Christopher stared at him, but the banker, who was furious, wasn't ready to listen to him even for a single moment.
"Too bad there isn't even a cover to judge from this time because it's all ripped apart."
"If you will excuse me, I have paying customers and not beggars like you to attend to." He glared.
"Next." He yelled.
A man in a classic suit and the perfect set of teeth walked into the place swiftly, and immediately the banker set his eyes on him, his face parted into a smile.
"Good day, sir, and welcome to New City's Bank. What can I help you with?"He inquired with a smile still hanging on his face.
The cat got Christopher, who was still standing there, and he walked up toward them.
"You can't attend to him while I am still standing here waiting for someone to attend to me." Christopher hits his hands on the table, but the banker doesn't care.
"Well, for the records, I can't see anyone standing before me." He replied swiftly, returning his gaze to the new man and replacing the smile on his face.
Suddenly, a strong aura with the ability to turn heads around and steal a shoe walked into the place.
Christopher turned around in the direction of the sound. He looked somehow worried, with his face littered with sweat.
"Mr. Jace, isn't the VIP around already?" He inquired while the banker quickly got up from his seat as a sign of respect.
"No sir. There have been so many, and we have always been getting small clients. A few bums." He swallowed the rest of the words.
A slight sigh escaped from the mouth of the manager, and he was about to walk away when he noticed that something was wrong.
"Why are you attending to two customers at a time?" His eyebrows were furrowed, demanding an explanation.
"It's not as it seems, sir. The other bum isn't a customer, and he is only here to cause trouble, but I will get him out right away." Jace got to the telephone to get the security officer.
"Troublemaker?" Christopher's face twisted into a frown.
"A troublemaker?" The manager thought as he turned around towards Christopher but was hit by the hard truth.
He brought out his phone swiftly from his pocket to confirm if the young man was the VIP that they had been expecting all along.
A cold shiver went down his spine as he was the one.
"Are you Christopher Andrews?" He inquired further, trying to keep calm, but his shivering hands betrayed him.
With a swift dash, he got to a seat for Christopher.
"I'm sorry for keeping you standing, VIP Christopher." He apologized, but he was way too angry to sit.
"I don't need a seat. I just need my work done or at least my questions answered so that I will get out of his rudeness."
"You fool. How dare you talk to the manager in such a manner?"The banker was about to say, but instead, he got a slap on the face.
"You fool. Do you realize that this is the VIP that we have been expecting?" The manager thundered at Jace, but he still found it difficult to believe.
"But how is that possible? You must have been mistaken, sir. This thing can't even afford the cost of a bicycle." Jace replied, still clutching his aching face.
"Are you trying to say that I am blind?" He fired, passing the customer's profile on his face.
Jace stared at it and back at him, his face breaking down into cold sweats.
"I…." His words broke into stutters.
"I'm sorry, sir Christopher. You don't have to worry. I will take care of your complaint myself and make sure that I punish my employer severely." The manager apologized once again.
Soon, footsteps walked into the place. It was the security officers that Jace had gotten.
"Good day, sir." The security officer greeted me quickly. "We got a call. Who is causing trouble here?" He inquired further.
"He is the one." The manager replied, pointing over to Jace.
"Assist him to get his things out of this place because he is fried."
Meanwhile, the manager helped Christopher with everything that he needed, and the white platinum card was handed over to him.
He could feel a surge of energy running through his spine. a feeling that left him with the sensation that he was soon going to take over the world.
He came down from the car with an air of grace, after which he went to a five-star hotel in the city to get a good night's rest.He could feel a completely different feeling rushing through his bloodstream.For the first time in his life, he had a steam bath, stayed for long in the shower, and slept on water foam.It was the best night's rest that he had ever gotten in his life, and the next morning, he woke up feeling energized.But he knew that he could not linger way too long on the bed. He stepped down swiftly, took his bath, and got back into his clothing.The practical project that he had always prepared for all his life was just today, and he could not afford to be late for it.He took an Uber for the first time in a long time, with his lab coat stalk in his right hand.When he got to the vast room, there were already a couple of students there, purchasing their practical plans.They were called plans, but there was mainly a distinction between the rich and the poor, as poorer
His steps were solid as he walked gradually towards the school board, and he could already feel his heart beating hard against his chest as though it was going to burst through. Soon, he got to the administrative building of the school, which was littered with a lot of cars. Sweat was already dripping down from the corner of his face. But there was one thing that he could not place his head around, and that was how he was going to get to the principal since that was his very first time coming to the administrative block. "I think that I should ask around." He spoke slowly to himself. His eyes spammed through the building, and he caught up with a security officer at the far end of the line. Walking slowly towards him, he stared at him. "And how may I help you?" His face twisted into a frown immediately after they landed on him, but he was not shaken even for a single moment. "I need to see the owner of the school. I know they are having a meeting now, and it's with respect to that
The eyes of everyone in the room twisted with scorn as he said the words.There were whispers in the hall, but even with their hateful glares, he wasn't moved.Meanwhile, the man who wanted to go by the school could not help but laugh out loud at what he just heard."You what paid off?" He laughed."What do you think all of us are here for? Some child's place?" He thundered with mockery while everyone burst out into laughter.But there was someone who was not laughing even a bit. Mr. Maxwell.If there was anything that he didn't want to do, it was to sell the company over."Can I trust him?" The mechanism of his mind waged war in his head, and he could rarely speak.His decision was what Christopher waited for as sweat dropped from his face, dripping down to the floor.With a sudden flash, he waved his hands, and all the chatter died down.He stood up from his seat and walked toward Christopher, staring him right in the eyes, and finally, he spoke."And who are you?" He inquired."I'm
The hall was as silent as a graveyard as everyone waited for him to spit out the words from his mouth. "I'm sure he is going to ask for something really valuable." A man in the hall found his way to say. Immediately after he said those words, they all shot cold stares in his direction, making him freeze. "So tell me, Christopher. What is it that you want? We are all waiting." Mr. Maxwell said it with a smile on his face. He could already feel his heart beating hard against his chest as he opened his mouth to speak. "Lately, there have been cases about a particular employee of the school taking pride in treating rich students well while the other students are treated with so much scorn." He replied. Mr. Maxwell's face blew hot red with so much fury as he sprang up from his seat, hitting his hands hard on the table. "Who is this person?" He inquired, his teeth grating with anger. If there was anything that he hated so much, it was the act of bullying coupled with the act of brib
The students were drowning in their gossip and could not believe what they just heard."How is it even possible that Christopher is a VIP student?""Everyone on campus knows him. He can't even afford three square meals." Their words were loud enough for Christopher to hear but none of that mattered to him.Everyone had the right to believe what they wanted to believe. All he wanted now was to have his revenge and fulfill the task that he had been given to do.Moving closer towards Mrs. Idris, he shot a glance at her as it gradually moved back to the students."And as much as I can observe. That is very much true. What do you have to say about it?" He inquired, waiting for a response.Thoughts ran through her mind knowing too well that she was in a really difficult situation.Her hands were clenched with so much anger. "Christopher. I am going to make sure you pay for it." She growled under her breath.Her anger was soon replaced with a forced smile as she turned towards Mr. Maxwell"
Turning around towards the crowd, there was a swift silence in the place as everyone was eager for him to spill the tea."Christopher here lied to all of you, and I believe everyone deserves to know the truth." He began.There was a sudden uproar in the theater, polluting the hall environment with the noise that came from them."I knew it right from the beginning. I certainly did not fall for all those lies.""I can't believe this. He dared to lie, using the kindness of the school owner."Wow. I didn't realize that apart from being a broke ass, he was also a good liar." Another voice streamed into Christopher's hearing, but he kept his cool, sipping in a really deep breath."And what's your reason for this accusation?" He inquired with his eyes farrowed.Kelly burst out into laughter, turning around towards the crowd of students."He is pretending as though he knows nothing about what I am talking about." He said."Now for your information. My dad just bought the school from the owner
While he remained outside, his phone made a beeping sound, and he paired through it to see what message he had gotten."Huh?" An exclamation followed suit immediately after he saw the message."Dear customer, you have been entitled to own a platinum card as our biggest client, and you are already available. Come to the bank, and you will get it." The message read."What do I need a card for?" He thought for a while, but after giving it some thought, he noticed that he could not always use his phone for transactions."I think this is going to be the best option." He said to himself,.With a swift dash, he turned around, wanting to leave the campus environment, when he bumped into someone.His heart shot faster as he paired up to see who it was, with an apology already on his lips."I am sorry." He was already apologizing when he paused suddenly.The lines around his head region farrowed as he rose swiftly from the floor."Why does it always have to be you?" He muttered under his breath
Everyone was baffled by his sudden audacity as he made his way swiftly out of the hall, knowing that he didn't have much time before the close of the bank. "That fool." He could already pick out Kelly's voice, fuming with fury from behind. "That fool. I am going to make sure that you regret every single decision that you have made today, and until you are out of this city with your face washed with shame and disgrace, I will not rest." He could hear his voice from behind. But it only made Christopher's face glow with a smile without pausing. "Then get ready to know there is no rest in that case." He muttered under his breath. With an expression of wealth under his sole control, he walked swiftly towards the street. Bringing his cell phone out of his pocket, he placed a call to get an Uber while he sat on a single beach on the street. Not like anyone would want to sit on it if I were multi. Everyone avoided him like a stink right from the pit of hell. He sighed deeply, reflecting his i
The man—male—down the alley was Skull .After ten years, after all the executions and burnings, a Skull male was prowling toward her. Pure, solid Skull . There was no escaping him as he emerged from the shadows yards away. The vagrant in the alcove and the others along the alley fell so quiet Mia could again hear those bells ringing in the distant mountains.Tall, broad-shouldered, every inch of him seemingly corded with muscle, he was a male blooded with power. He paused in a dusty shaft of sunlight, his silver hair gleaming.As if his delicately pointed ears and slightly elongated canines weren’t enough to scare the living shit out of everyone in that alley, including the now-whimpering madwoman behind Mia , a wicked-looking tattoo was etched down the left side of his harsh face, the whorls of black ink stark against his sun-kissed skin.The Morse codes could easily have been decorative, but she still remembered enough of the Skull language to recognize them as words, even in such a
What she wants?Mia wasn’t naive. She knew very well that Christopher wouldn’t be able to get out of this mess without her. It seemed he had made the mistake of angering Arthur and at least, she was able to help him. Even if it meant giving up her own freedom.Why she was so nice to the same man who had abandoned her many times when she needed him but now she felt the urge to give herself up to help him… she didn’t know. But he was her brother and she felt somewhat responsible for him.“I… I want my brother safe,” she began to speak after a moment's pause. “I want him to leave alive. I want to see him leave alive and for your men to never go after him again.”“And in return, you’ll take my offer,” he mused. Mia nodded and the smirk on Arthur’s face widened.“That’s a deal,” he responded, his tone final. Mia felt a little bit of relief, even though her heart pounded in her chest.Then, his hand snaked up her arm and she gasped at how warm his palm was on her cool skin. Up her arm, to h
The next morning Mia and the Emissary set off to the King's palace. She had figured out a way to get back without any suspicion and while she had instructed the Emissary to help find Thorne, it was left to her to find a means to get to the location of the Shadow Star.Stepping into the boaders, where the gigantic palace had been built upon, all Mia needed to do was to act as though she had been hurt and with her skills in pretence, no one would question her.The moment she noticed the guards were coming close to her hideout, Mia stepped out, holding one part of her arm and hissing in pain. She looked up to see the guards coming towards her direction. The moment they laid eyes on her, one of them rushed over to help steady her body. Mia looked to see the others moving to her hideout to figure out how she had arrived. As they arrived at the entrance of the mansion, some of the soldiers also rushed over to help her and while they head into the luxurious living room, Mia over hears one o
Anna was taken out of the underground in silence to live in Christopher's mansion and resume the underground at night when she's well rested.Her room was beside Devon's room and well furnished, equally as his own, with luxurious closets large enough to open a boutique.Anna could not stop exclaiming and thought of exactly what was going on.It was the third day she was taking Christopher home after the night she passed out without seeing Christopher himself. She was left alone in the room, only to be taken care of by maids attending to her needs. She needs fresh air, at least, but at the same time, she is scared of breaking the rules.That morning, she had just showered up early and was creaming her body before Christopher walked into her half-nakedness.It was nothing to Christopher, as he has seen her that way several times, but the amusing part is the fact that Anna was covering her body and not throwing herself at him."Out of your clothes! Like right now, put it off." Christop
“How dare you?" Christopher roared like a lion as the champagne got emptied on his dress and flowed freely down his pants. Anna shook terribly, looking for napkins to clean Christopher's suits and shoes. She just emptied a glass of champagne."I'm terribly sorry! I wa---sss" Anna stuttered, trying to complete her words, when Christopher dragged her hair and pulled her up. "You are here to pay your brother's debt, but it's obvious you're not capable!. "Christopher said with a very intimidating voice, letting out goosebumps on Maria's neck."Please, I feel weak! '' Anna begged amidst her tears. She had never felt this way in her entire life, looking for means of survival.She felt her strength leaving her and let her body fall on Devon's hold.Everyone in the VIP room's eyes widened."This baby is indeed grounded!" One of them commented and signaled Christopher to take Anna's body away from him.Before they could move, Christopher gave them a shock. He carried Anna himself to his cl
Without doing extra training between the stacks, Mia found herself less exhausted when she left the library. Christopher had retrieved her from Windhaven after two and a half hours, and she’d already been so bored sitting in Rhys’s mother’s house that she’d nearly smiled to see him. But Christopher ’s face had been tight, his eyes cold and distant, and he’d barely spoken to her when Rhys had appeared. Rhys had barely spoken to her, either, but that was to be expected. It was better if they didn’t speak at all.Yet Christopher hadn’t said more than “I’ll see you later” before leaving again with Rhys after the High Lord had brought them back to the House of Wind, his face still tight and angry.With the extra energy buzzing through her that night, wondering incessantly why Christopher had been so upset, Mia didn’t feel like eating in her room and falling asleep. So she found herself in the doorway of the dining room.Christopher was lounging in his chair, a glass of wine in his hand, st
Hoping Virgil wouldn’t come shove him over the railing for disobeying her orders, he said, “All right. Throw the right hook.”Mia did so. And dropped her damn elbow.“Get back into position.” She did, and he asked, “May I?”Mia nodded, and kept perfectly still as he made minute adjustments to the angle of her arm. “Punch again. Slowly.”She heeded him, and his hand wrapped around her elbow as it began to dip. “See? Keep this up.” He maneuvered her arm back into starting position. “Don’t forget to flow the weight through your hips.” He took her arm, keeping a good foot of distance between their bodies, and moved it through the punch. “Like this.”“All right.” Mia reset herself, and he took a step away. Without his order, she did the punch again. Perfectly.Christopher whistled.“Do that with more force and you’ll shatter a male’s jaw,” he said with a crooked grin. “Give me a combination one-two, then four-five-three, then one-one-two.”Mia ’s brows bunched as she reset herself. Her fee
Five days later, Christopher sat before the desk of the library’s high priestess and watched her enchanted pen move. He’d met Virgil a few times over the centuries—found she had a dry, wicked sense of humor and a soothing presence. He’d made a point not to stare at her hands, or at the face he’d only seen once, when Mor had brought her in so long ago. It had been so battered and bloody it hadn’t looked like a face at all.He had no idea how it had healed beneath the hood. If Madja had been able to save it in a way she hadn’t been able to save Virgil ’s hands. He supposed it didn’t matter what she looked like, not when she had accomplished and built so much with Rhys and Mor within this library. A sanctuary for females who’d endured such unspeakable horrors that he was always happy to carry out justice on their behalf.His mother had needed a place like this. But Rhys had established it long after she’d left this world. He wondered if Azriel’s mother had ever considered coming here, or
Curled up in bed, a book propped on the thick down comforter, Mia was just getting to the sizzling first kiss in her latest novel when a knock thudded on her door.She slammed the book shut and sat up against the pillows. “Yes?”The handle turned, and there he was.Christopher still wore his leathers, the overlapping scales of them full of shadows that made him look like some great, writhing beast as he shut the door.He leaned against the carved oak, his wings rising high above his head like twin mountain peaks.“What?” She slid the book onto the nightstand, sitting up further. His eyes dipped to her sleeveless silk nightgown, then quickly returned to her face. “What?” she demanded again, angling her head. Her unbound hair slid over a shoulder, and she saw him mark that, too.His voice was rough as he said, “I’ve never seen you with your hair down.”She always wore it braided across her head or pinned up. She frowned at the locks that flowed to her waist, the gold amongst the brown g