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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 246. Chase
Pushing the salesman away from me and disregarding all his protests I start to chase after Aiden. There is a backdoor to the shop and Aiden slams the door behind him, nearly hitting me who is following him right behind, but that does not deter me. There is only one aim in my mind and that is to catch him today no matter what.Aiden springs into a rather crowded street that’s right next to the backdoor exit, the lane that is next to the one we took to follow him into the shop.The chase is reminiscent of the one I did many weeks ago when we realized where the kidnapper was uploading the torture videos from. However, although I made an impressive chase that day, due to the police interference Aiden managed to weasel his way out to later deliver the final blow to Coraline while I was taken into police custody. This time that cannot happen. I make sure that there are no police officers anywhere as I give chase, and make sure not to bump into people just in case one of them calls upon a po
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 247. Bag
I admit that I did not do much thinking when I jumped at a moving car.Right in the middle of rush hour.Rather there was only one thing on my mind, and that was to apprehend Aiden no matter what it took. I did not have any other thoughts, like is this going to be safe? Will my human body take it and come out from the other side unharmed? Or will I come out from the other side harmed but alive? Will I miss my mark and just splat on the road, only for a car to run over me effectively killing me on the spot? Did people die on the spot when cars ran over them? Will I die if a car runs over me?But that does not happen.Instead, I soar into the air with an inhuman force driving me, and my nails collide with the metal of the roof right above the passenger side door. Was it carbon fiber? I don’t really know, but what I do know is that human nails are not supposed to do what I just did.Because my nails have somehow elongated about five times their average size, sharpened at the end, and emb
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 248. What happened to me?
Aiden points a goddamned gun at me and without hesitation presses the trigger.For a moment the entire world freeze around me. I see it as clearly as I could see a bird flying or a fish swimming, like I’m in the slow-motion section of an action movie. The bullet is aimed at me, and I could see it coming towards me, tearing through the air It should be faster than this, I realize. I should not be seeing it coming towards me, it should already be embedded in my head, taking my life with it. I should be down on the road with another vehicle running over me because I’m too dead to move. So why am I still alive? Why do I see it coming towards me? It’s impossible for a human being to see a bullet with his naked eyes!The bullet comes closer and closer, and I get over my shock at seeing it. It breaks through the glass of the vehicle window, and the glass shatters. Pieces of crystal flew all around my head and I had to pull myself back not to let them get into my eyes. Eventually, the bullet
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 249. Burn
The pain is tremendous.It’s like fire ripping through a decaying building made entirely of wood, eating through the timber at a speed that one would not have thought possible. It’s like being thrust into the sun, the heat eating away at every cell of my body. It’s like being mauled by a thousand small mice all at once, inside and out. My head hurts, my heart hurts, my stomach hurts, my libs hurt. I feel like I’m paralyzed, and my brain is shut down except for one thought.It hurts.If the hurt had not been as tremendous, I would feel the rawness in my throat from straining the vocal cords screaming. That’s the only thing I can do now that I do not have control of my body anymore, scream. My vision is entirely white, and I don’t hear anything else. Mal’s voice, Lemon's voice, Gerald’s voice, and even the noise of the van disappears, and the only sound in my ears is my own scream.And the pain stretches on. Sometimes, you get used to pain when it goes on and on, but not this one. It fe
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 250. Who the heck?
“Who the heck is Estelle?” Mal asks, voice incredulous, “Why on earth is he asking for her? Has he dosed with something?! Are you doing drugs now, Jace?”The only answer he gets from me is a groan because I'm far too gone into the red-hot heat of my mind to form a coherent answer. “Estelle is…” Gerald starts and then tries to find the right words. “A woman he met last night and well, and danced with? And spent the night with. They met at a nightclub."“Oh.” Both Mal and Lemon immediately understand, especially considering the way Gerald stutters through his words and finds the most non-suggestive ones. It’s strange how part of me is still attentive to what they are talking about, albeit a tiny part. The majority is my consciousness is trying to deal with the pain and the longing for Estelle.“But why her?” Mal inquires. “Why do you need the woman you hooked up with for the night, Jace? What did she do to you? Did she put something in your drink and now you're in love with her or some
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 251. Burn again
“Oh, Lord, someone stop him!” Mal squeaks as I start to pummel at the glass over and over again, “he’s going to get himself killed.”“No, I’m not,” I reply, feeling much stronger than I had ever been. Cracks are rapidly appearing on the glass and with one more punch I would be able to break through, “but if I don’t get to her, I just might.”But before I can get the last punch needed to smash the window in, Gerald, the traitor, swerves the vehicle to the left, making me lose my balance and fall on the van floor with a thud. When I scramble upwards to a sitting position, Gerald is rapidly moving to the left, as if he was going to stop the vehicle.I accidentally glance at where I fell on the van floor and realize with dawning surprise that I had somehow put a dent there. I don’t think I had ever done this before. In fact, I don’t think anyone had ever made a dent on a hard van floor by falling on it.The van comes to a stop amidst all our screams. Mal is asking Gerald to take us to a H
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 252. Younger
When I was younger, there was a period of time in my life when I was plagued by nightmares.This was around the time my mother moved us, her and myself, away from Clandestine City to Empire City to get away from my father, the tabloid that was like vultures, wanting to get a bit out of Joesph Greyson’s mistress and illegitimate son. My mother had already been in custody hearings with him, trying her damndest to keep me while going head-to-head with a literal millionaire at the time. At the time I didn’t understand the severity of this, I did not understand how much money can manipulate our legal system, all the way from the police to the very top of the courts. It was only much later did I realize that my father had not used his money and fame to bribe anyone, but rather had given my mother the opportunity to have a fair trial.But back then I knew none of that. All my little brain could comprehend was the fact that mom and dad were madder with each other than before and mom often lef
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 253. Woods
There's something wet on my face. That is the first thing that registers in my mind when I start to gain consciousness from the sea of darkness that my being had been submerged in. The wetness is cold, cold enough to shock me into the real world from wherever it was I had been before, where darkness was a constant. The second thing I register is pain. It's the kind of pain that you would expect to overtake your body after extensive surgery done by some amateur medical professional after a rather terrifying car accident. I feel like I'm cut up and being sewn off raw, with needles pricking onto my skin from everywhere all at once. The wetness starts to increase, and soon enough through the pain, I realize that this had got to be water. What kind of water, I'm not sure. But judging by the force of the icy drops colliding with my skin, I feel like it's rain. Why am I being drenched by rain? Why do I feel so hurt? What's going on? I do not know, but I have been through enough harrowin
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261. Supernatural?
“Oh, fuck!” I let out as I spring away from where I’d been lying with my head on Estelle’s lap. “Holy shit, I’m normal! I’m normal!”I pat at my body, and sure enough, it’s two-legged, hairless, and my hands are actually my hands! With fingers and pink skin, with only some fine hair on my forearms, and no black fur in sight!I immediately look behind me, and nearly cry in relief when I see that I have a normal, human posterior, not one with a tail.And to my surprise, my clothes are still intact though I had ripped them when I had turned into a dog, but they were still here. Thank God, because I did not fancy getting naked for the second time today.“I did not think that would happen,” Estelle comments, and I turn to her. She doesn’t look too shocked at my reappearance as a human. She stands up from where she had been sitting, brushing off her pants as if on habit before turning to me with a smile, “Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t call that hospital.”I stare at her for a moment, won
260. Scream
I cower near the toilet, scared out of my fricking mind as the door opens, hoping to everything holy that she would not freak out, which is stupid considering who would not freak out when they see an animal in a room where they initially left a human in?But to my utter surprise, when Estelle opens the door, she does not scream or throw anything at me.Instead, she blinks.Once.Twice.And then she opens her mouth to say, “Oh.”I blink at her. What did she mean oh? There’s a fricking dog creature in her bathroom and no sign of a human, the human that came to her house naked in the middle of the rain! Why does she look so calm and curious? Why is she looking at me like this was every other Tuesday in her life? I feel so confused that a whine falls from my throat, and that seems to snap her out of her contemplative stare.“I didn’t realize that you were one of them,” she tells me in a confused tone, brows furrowed, “I mean, it’s not like I’m new to this, I should’ve been able to smell y
259. Coming in
I felt different.It was like everything that made me myself, my personality, my conscience, my thinking, and my control over my body, had been plucked out of the said body and then put into a small box somewhere in my mind. I didn’t have any control of my body, although I could feel my body, but then I could not actually feel like I did every day. No, it felt like it wasn’t my body, but then it felt like my body, but not my body again…I didn’t know what to make out of this. My head hurt, and I felt like my breathing capacity had increased and my legs had shortened, and I couldn’t stand up regardless of my somewhat dubious control I tried to open my mouth to talk but couldn’t do that either.And my visions feel weird, everything feels lower than it did before whatever happened to me happened, and the pictures flitting through my eyes seem far more intense than normal. I can hear so many noises as well, the fill of water in the tank somewhere, the sloshing of liquid in the septic tank
258. Get out.
“Okay, so this is going to sound utterly unbelievable at first,” I say, “but bear with me, okay? This really happening and I am not lying, not one bit.”Estelle raises a brow at me. “Okay, normally, if someone tries to defend themselves that much, I might get a little suspicious, but then again what happened to your girlfriend made it to the news and I would never have thought anything like that taking place outside movies or books so I’m going to let you tell your story and pass judgment afterward.”“Fair. To be honest, I don’t even know if I should tell you all this considering there’s still an active investigation happening,” not that the active investigation was doing anything to help. You would think that after being one of the centerpieces of a murder and kidnapping investigation you would be questioned by authorities daily and at least be sent to jail once, but so far, we were only hearing crickets from the police side. It felt like they were truly living under the impression t
257. Ex
Estele sighs, running her fingers through her hair.“I honestly don’t know at this point,” she says, “I’ve never really given any serious thought about this. I knew from the start that I was going to be very careful when having sex with people and was always prepared up until yesterday. And like I told you, I’m not the one for hookups and one-night stands. I love relationships, and I’d gotten out of one just mere months ago and still am not over it, not really.”“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I wince, wondering how two similar people like us could’ve done the same mistake, “was it a bad breakup? I didn’t bring back any memories or something, did I?”Estelle gives out a snort of laughter at that.“No, dude, I can’t even remember the hookup so nothing like that happened,” she reminds me, “and it wasn’t a messy breakup per se. I just…we fell out of love, you see. I never thought that would happen in a relationship. We had been dating for like two years now, and I honestly thought that the next step
256. Good news
After spending quite some time rifling through her wardrobe, Estelle comes downstairs to where I’m sitting on one of her mauve-colored couches with a fluffy blanket wrapped around my frame, holding some clothes.“Good news,” she grins at me, “there are some clothes one of my friends left here after staying the night, and she is about your size. So, if you don’t have an issue with pink,” she hands me the large pink t-shirt she’s got bundled in her hand with a wry quirk to her lips, “and basketball shorts,” she hands me bright red basketball shorts, “then these are yours.”I squint at the combination and comment, “You know, I don’t mean any offense, but who on earth wears this combo even to bed?” The t-shirt is fuchsia with cute, squiggly sheep jumping over a bright green patch of grass. It is truly an assault on the senses, and the less said about the shorts the better.Estelle snorts, “She’s a bit into the eclectic side of fashion. You want me to try and find something else?”“Oh, no,
255. Brain Injury
“Follow me,” I’m being instructed as soon as I enter the quaint little house through the doors. I take a brief look around, my newly deepened senses getting acquainted with the new surroundings I’ve found myself in, and there's nothing to complain about. The lavender and cream scent that emanated from Estelle permeated every available surface of the house and then some, along with the intermingling scents of the cut flowers artistically arranged in various cute vases on almost every available flat surface, one vase each, and the smell of firewood burning in the fireplace. The wallpapers are mauve themes, the skirtings are white, and the floor is made of polished hardwood, and the house lighting is ambient. There is a window seat near the large window I failed to see from the outside, and the wall next to the window is covered with a bookrack. I squint at the old-looking books, trying to see if there are any names on the spines. Some have names, but a lot of them are nameless.Interest
254. Cover
I try to see if there are any materials lying around in what seems to be the backyard of the house, but there are only flowering plants and herbs, neatly grown in flowerbeds and growing heartily, all over the yard. It’s not fenced or gated, and while to me that looks like a bad move security-wise, I guess the residents of this quaint little house do not think so.It’s actually a cottage, by the looks of it, and extremely old-fashioned at that. Blue in color, freshly painted, with white windows and doors, as well as a black tiled roof that had an opening for a chimney.Smoke is coming out of the chimney, and the glow of evening lights emanates from behind the white curtains that had been put behind the windows. It looks homely, and surely someone living in a home like this would not turn away someone needing help, would they?I desperately wish I had something to cover myself, but sadly there is not, so I try to use my hand. Never have I felt this humiliated by a circumstance, and I h
253. Woods
There's something wet on my face. That is the first thing that registers in my mind when I start to gain consciousness from the sea of darkness that my being had been submerged in. The wetness is cold, cold enough to shock me into the real world from wherever it was I had been before, where darkness was a constant. The second thing I register is pain. It's the kind of pain that you would expect to overtake your body after extensive surgery done by some amateur medical professional after a rather terrifying car accident. I feel like I'm cut up and being sewn off raw, with needles pricking onto my skin from everywhere all at once. The wetness starts to increase, and soon enough through the pain, I realize that this had got to be water. What kind of water, I'm not sure. But judging by the force of the icy drops colliding with my skin, I feel like it's rain. Why am I being drenched by rain? Why do I feel so hurt? What's going on? I do not know, but I have been through enough harrowin
