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FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Long Night
She hadn’t expected that question. Margret had never been fully accused outright of doing something before, much less of poisoning. She tried to control her breathing and her reaction to the accusation, but she was honestly so afraid and she couldn't tell. She thought the boy was gone forever and now he was back into their lives, looking like the very nemesis that they had been accorded. She hadn’t run so far away just to continue running again.Draven sighed heavily. Jerome was very still beside her, but he acted so naturally. He hadn’t asked her to do it, and they were so close. They were so very close; he would have popped a potato in his mouth if her husband hadn't interrupted him.“Did you poison this, Margret?” Draven asked again, his voice as smooth as usual.“Why would you even say that?” she whispered, her throat dry. “Why would you even think about that? It’s a full dish!”“It is, isn’t it?”Draven looked like he was considering her claims. He raised the large dishing spoon
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Downright Scary
Draven continued to watch them silently. As promised, it was a long ass dinner. They were still seated around the table and were unbearably quiet after Margret’s outburst. This was good; it gave Draven some time to rethink his decisions and options again. While coming here, he had thought about a lot of things but was still unsure of revenge. He wanted surety, he wanted love. How hard was it to ask for love from a family member? What were the chances that they would immediately recognize you and proceed to ask for forgiveness for their mistakes? What were the chances then? None. It was none. He’d set some things in motion, of course, and then come here in the hope that his family would have changed. He thought they’d be remorseful about abandoning him all the while, not trying to kill him.This whole poisoning saga opened his eyes to a lot of things; oh so many things. His father married Margaret a few months before his mother’s death, when he was twelve. She tortured him painfully, t
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Poison
Jerome wasn’t sure if he was breathing well. His main suspicions were coming to life. Draven had mentioned his mother’s wealth; the very thing that he should not have known. How did he know of it? Who told him about it? He looked at Margaret, and she was looking at him. He wanted to say so many things to her, but now was not the time. Draven walked around the table, breathing down their necks. He looked like a grim reaper, the angel of death.“What is your true purpose here?” Jerome suddenly blurted. It was better to get this over with, just as he had said. “Why don’t you tell us why you’re here, truly, huh?”He stopped behind the girls and placed his hands on each of their shoulders. “Why am I here?" Father, you should already know that.”“I don’t know your purpose, but I also know that you won’t have just come in here for no reason than to reunite with us.”He raised a hand from Dolly and placed it on his chest. “Ouch, I’m hurt. You didn’t think that I was lost and suddenly came ba
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Properties
“Now, tell me Jerome, what kind of poison was it?” He asked.Jerome had lost the respect of being called a father a long time ago, but now he’d certainly lost the catch of it. The girls kept staring boldly at their parents. They had been mean and wicked, yes, but they never came off as someone who’d kill other people—especially since the mother risked the life of the whole family just so she could kill Draven.“For you to understand me, you must hear the whole story,” Jerome said.“I’m not sure I’d ever understand your actions, but I have the whole night, man. Let’s get right into it.With that, Draven walked back to the seat. He bent it back and forth, mimicking a rocking chair. “Your mother was stubborn,” he started. “She would not give me any of her properties, not even one to be put in my name.”Draven clicked his tongue, disappointed. “You started off in such a way that people would be compelled to listen to you, Jerome, only for you to spill this rubbish. So greed moved you to
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Graveyard
“I started slowly,” Jerome said. “I had to wait for months so her suspicions would lay off me before I began working, you know? She suspected that someone had taken her boy just to rip her off her money, and she thought it was her family. She was very pained that she couldn’t protect you from her family, and so she decided to protect you herself. I hated her for it; the delicate attention she paid to you."“I was your child too,” Draven said.“Yes, but you were more of hers than you were of mine. She held you like an egg, and it got worse when she found out that I was cheating.” He bowed down his head and idly touched his chin. “She found out about Margaret, and when she questioned me, I didn’t deny it. She was upset, and rightfully so. She thought I was crazy. She said a lot of things to me, you understand?”Draven shook his head. He did not understand. A woman caught her husband cheating and got justifiably angry, so how would he understand his reason for killing her?“You’ve gotta
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Next Few Days
Draven stood in front of his mother’s grave. He felt sad; so fucking sad. There were two sides to a story, and he never heard hers. All he knew was that his father was a selfish son of a bitch who deserved everything evil and more. The audacity to want to claim things that aren’t even yours to begin with, and the fact that he even had to kill the owner. Draven had never agreed with the saying that the heart of men was wicked until now.Now, he stood over the grave and wished he could do more for her than clean it and speak to it. It sparkled in the sun, and the fresh flowers he kept at the foot of the grave gave it a new look. He spent so many hours cleaning her grave and then picking out the most delicate and natural flowers to adorn the grave.When he drove back home, he wondered what he should do next. He felt empty again, without a purpose. Now that he had achieved what disturbed him the most, he was drained and tired. It had been the longest night of his life. He couldn’t even wa
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse You Look Sick
Draven would soon realize that the expression ‘you look sick’ was used to express how very nice looking the person was. He was now involved with a new group of people who wanted to throw their pants away and have fun.At first they went to the beach to cool off the heat. Draven was introduced to everyone but he was too drunk to remember their names. What use was it anyway? One day he would be gone and they would remain, recounting his memories.“We have to leave soon!” one of them said to the others in the water. “The party has started already!”They began to dress to leave. Draven lay on the sand, waiting for them to start boarding the car before he moved. As expected, he hadn’t come with his own car. He had simply followed Mikey out when he was dressed and that was how he found himself with a bunch of guys who passed alcohol around.The party turned out to be a house party that belonged to a friend of one of the guys. Draven was once again introduced to people he would likely never
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Next Day...
The Next Day...Draven's head was swirling as he had a very long night."Awww..." he moaned as he woke up."Looks like I had fun last night" he asked to himself as his whole body was in pain.The weather around him was a little cloudy. He opened the curtains and the daylight slowly came into the room. He was so tired that he didn't want to do anything but a sudden voice came.It was a crunchy voice from his stomach. He sat up, feeling the hunger gnawing away at him. He got up and went into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. He grabbed some cereal and quickly ate it, feeling satisfied and energized.After he had breakfast he felt sudden energy running out of his body. He decided to go out of his house. He grabbed his keys and wallet and left the house. He headed to the nearest convenience store, where he grabbed a sandwich and a bottle of water. He quickly ate the sandwich and drank the water, feeling reenergized."now it's time to do something interesting" he murmered and made
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